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…which is, supposedly, the temperature in shade (in Celsius) we’ve reached today. Well yay (nay), it’s 8th of April, and I am not prepared to get barbecued yet!
Yesterday I’ve optimistically opened the nice, rounded window in my room to get some fresh air for the morning, and equally quickly I’ve shut it back, as instead of some, at least little bit, refreshing air, I’ve got a heat slap. Big time.

April is the month of storms in Kuwait which according to my husband means a weather change – or so to say a year time change, and I suppose we could call it a spring, the stormy thing, because it seems to happen when winter ends and summer starts. And we’ve got not real spring here, so let’s call it spring; shall we?
Cats are shading hair as crazy and I don’t blame them, I feel like shading my pants and shirts off me too. I am just so not build for heat.

Often it’s somewhat between dusty and rainy, which creates a rather interesting muddy-in-the-air (picture of my window after one of these inserted above).
Nevertheless, summer is here, inevitably and irreversibly and I can stand on my head and it won’t change a thing about it.

We’ve finished shopping for the nursery, inshallah, and now I am just waiting for a call from Kaifan station to pick up my packages coming from UK, Turkey and Czech, containing just a little bit more for the baby, clothes and diapers mainly. Aaaand yes. I actually do blog about diapers. And I fear it’s going to get worse.
When we arrived from the second wave of baby shopping my husband looked like a true Kuwaiti man, with a balcony puckering his lips, desperate face, empty wallet, dozens of bags hanging in his hands, and with a smiling, content wife nearly jumping a step behind him. (Photo of how relaxed can a man be after one big shopping is below).

Aaaand yes – I am ruining my husband’s bank account. No better reason than preparing for the bundle of joy, right? (I have this feeling that this is just a sarcasm used by childless people, really.)

Christmas Aftermath, Boxing Day & New Feature of the Site

Well, I can’t really say we’ve got any Christmas aftermath, as we actually didn’t have any Christams in the sense of traditional tree, presents, fish (carp, eventually – I really never liked it, this muddy structure of the meat is just gooweee, so sue me!), all the hugging and kissing under the lamp with hanging mistletoe… we just had a bit of its atmosphere, mixed with the mourning of Ashura (which starts officially today), so kinda strange, I gotta say.
Tomorrow is a Boxing Day in UK, all the shops will be opened since the very morning and will be offering discounts starting at 50% and ending at 90% off the price, I wanted to drag my hubby to Marks&Spencer as we got £50 vouchers for this shop for being customers of Sky (Now tell me, which internet and TV provider in Czech will give you equivallent of 1500 CzK just to thank you you are his customer? Not mentioning, that clothing is cheaper in here than in CZ when it comes to brands.) After giving it a thought we’ve decided not to go though, as the Boxing Day is something extremely popular and hence very crowded. Why having so much stress just to get a damn discount, huh?
I can, however, imagine the impact of something like a Boxing Day implemented in Czech – a lot of dead seniors and discount-craving-monsters elbowing each other in the faces just to get the cheapest brand! Am I being a meanie towards my own nation? I supposse I am a little bit – but there’s no smoke without fire, right?

Strange Tastes, Extraordinary Order and Mist around the Angel of the North


I’ve always wondered what tastes can people from other countries get; what do they like and what do they eat and what won’t they ever put in their mouths. Interesting topic, unfortunately only a little bit tied to the country of origin, more to the person him/herself.
Me and Abood got some of ‘our’ tastes though; and they are, indeed, strange for the other one. I’ve got used to the fact I make sometimes for the breakfast bread with strawberry / blueberry / blackberry jam and toast cheese. Weird, isn’t it? I mean, I would never, ever combine sweet marmelade with salty cheese in one meal! Odd taste.
But… than I’ve remembered that I got my own weird thing to eat, at least in the eyes of my husband, and that is bread with butter and leek. Yeah! You read right; I might not bite on onions as my brother does, but I stuff fresh leek in my sandwich. So I guess we can call it fifty fifty. Me and my contraception sandwich (you can imagine the breath after that, right?); and Abood and his saltsweet toast. Oh yeah, sometimes I also heat up the cheese for it, so it will be melty. Yummy!