After almost four months of constant sunshine the children and I were amazed this morning when we walked out of the house and got soaked. At first I assumed someone was washing the terrace, which would be an odd thing to do at 7.30 in the morning, but not as odd as rain in Abu Dhabi.

The whole city took on a new look, the drivers a new attitude; suddenly people were driving with care, in fact they were driving so carefully and slowly that we were late for school. Which by the way didn’t matter because so was everyone else and the courtyard was flooded.

The roads looked like oil slicks, we saw one yellow corvette (such a bad colour for a corvette) snake-slide its way up 19th street. In our sturdy Landcrusier we were fine. People might buy four-wheel drives here to take to the desert, but they are jolly useful too on the one rainy day of the year.

Actually it stopped after about an hour. The whole place smelt fresh and clean. It was lovely, like a spring day in England.

The other news is that Bea has written a blog she would like me to share with you. So here it is.  It seems I can happily retire.

mummy
i love our
message you
sent me i love it
so much it is so nice
i hant to send you a blog
about my future that you cod
put on youse but if its not god delete
it i don’t fink it was not very god but please
iven if you don’t like it please do the carection’s

my blog .
one day olivia ask me if i can lend her my laptop
i sayd  her yes .
but the ader day i ask her to lend me her book and
she told me only if you lend me our laptop and i told her
NO because all the time i ned her to lend me her staf
she told NO only if you lend me our laptop thats the end of my blog.
Copyright: Helena Frith Powell 2008