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Hubby leaves to London tomorrow to pick up our accidentally-allowed tourist visas with a fine hope of legalising our stay in Kuwait later on, during the three months of their duration, and was half packing (for moving) and half picking clothes (to wear for the trip), when he stumbled upon his only dishdasha he brought to England just for my sake, when I was intending to shoot some pics with it. He forgot to bring his kufi the first time so it wasn’t possible and when he brought it a year later, I already forgot about my desire (obviously it wasn’t so strong).
Now, when going through the hills of our clothes we managed to gather in three years of living in Britain, he found the whole set and put it on, just for me. I have that weird thing for traditional Gulf attire, I find it more sexy than jeans and a T-shirt. It just looks so clean and nice. And Abood definitely looks really shmexy in it – for me, that is!
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… why I do love my husband so much.
- He is just adorable. His smile, his eyes, his spirit.
- He tolerates my moods, even the dangers of PMS.
- He brings me Kinder Bueno when I PMS, knowing I will eat everything around.
- He eats the food I cook and thanks for every dinner, saying it was wonderful, although I know my cooking is pretty aweful.
- He cares when I’m late and gets worried because of that, even if it’s ten minutes only.
- He buys me things I’ve only thought about having.
- He brings me roses every once a while! That is just so awesome and gentlemanlike and adorable.
- He is good in his character and has the right values as a man, as a husband, as a father, as a son, as a brother, as an uncle, as any possible role in life. His personal morals are high and he’s a wonderful example of grown-up for our daughter.
- He is patient with my crazy ideas and demands.
- He brings me milk even after 8pm.
- He buys me toilet paper, because I’m European and he wants me to feel comfortable – though I don’t really use toilet paper anymore.
- He stays at home with the family and doesn’t go out with friends or to play pool – his favourite – although I want him to have fun besides home.
- He is willing to help anytime with anything I ask for. Peeling potatoes, shopping, even cleaning.
- He takes care of the home trash-cans and bins automatically – so I don’t need to go out with trash. I love how considerate this is.
- Although he’s a smoker, he never ever smokes in house or in front of me or our daughter.
- He perfectly takes care of Dori when I feel sick or ill.
- He has more perfumes than I do – and he always smells wonderful!
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Since I’ve started to read books from library once again I also have had to start to pay attention to the dates I need to return them – or else. (Or else its one pound per book per day, that quite makes me keep the dates.)
Today was, quite unfortunately, the last day I had available to go up to the Byker branch and return four books I’ve borrowed from there (or else), hence I had to go even if the weather forecast had been such as falling llamas; I have to say that it’s really close to that, though – looking from the window and remembering the flying on my newly grown wings (made from jilbab).
Very, very unpleasant wind and losing balance in it with my plus minus 60 kg I can’t really imagine how my 12 kg daughter felt like – but she surely grabbed on my hand often very tightly. Uncommon in these days of “ME MYSELF!”, but not as shocking considering the flying trash cans in the back streets.
So, whoever always dreamt of flying without wings – come up to Newcastle today, we guarantee you a really exciting experience! (Try to avoid a head bump to a double-decker, I dare you.)
PS.: Very essenatial information for most people (sarcasm alert) – the photography is taken with my brand new again-older-than-me lens I’ve purchased on eBay. Smc Pentax-M 28mm, f/2.8. On DSLR not really a wide angle, but I’m learning to co-op with it. And I’m starting to love it as my new-old 50mm. God bless Pentax for making cameras able to mount very old lenses on very new bodies!
