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First Visitors

In Home on February 16, 2011 at 12:37 pm

Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh … our first visitors!

I met my mum and dad at Delhi Airport this morning. It’s been a bit of a fag getting everything ready because (same old moan) everything takes three times as long to do in India. But it’s a small price to pay for familiar and grounded and loving.

They are showering etc. now, then lunch and then a tour of Gurgaon, centred largely around shopping malls. I just have to keep them awake really.

My love; I love him

In My Marriage on February 14, 2011 at 8:22 pm

1) It’s Valentines Day
2) I’ve remembered that I enjoy writing

I don’t want to give you the impression that Dean an I won’t have a row this evening. We row all the time. We rowed all the time in the UK too but these are special expat rows. It goes something like this:

Expat worker: It’s late, he [sic] is tired and hungry. Work has been hard, he’s had enough. He just wants to eat his dinner, watch TV and go to bed.
Expat trailer (the spouse): It’s late, she [sic] is tired and hungry. She’s had a tough day and hasn’t had anyone to talk to about it. She just wants to eat her dinner and talk to her husband.
BANG!

Anyway that’s not what this post is about.

Dean is and I do. I’ve been married for less than a year. About 10 weeks before my wedding India ‘came up’, two weeks later I was on a plane to ‘look see’, one week after that I gave up work, then I got married and 5 weeks after that I moved. Seven months in and we haven’t got a divorce; all things considered, I think we’re doing well.

Happy Valentines Darling!

You know you’re an expat when …

In Musings and Amusings on February 14, 2011 at 3:42 pm

There are some great posts out there on this topic which I will link to in due course. This is a list of things that have actually happened to me:

You’ve just finished lunch in a five-star hotel when you pass the manager of the restaurant in another five-star hotel, he recognised you and says, “hello ma’am”.
(What was he doing there – I don’t know – maybe being headhunted?)

Gravel (Big Stones III)

In Managing Time on February 14, 2011 at 3:31 pm

I am still battling with my ‘to do’ list. Or rather my ‘to do’ list is waging war on my desire to fill my week days with meaningful occupation. I have …. wait for it … 62 things on my list. Clearly too many for anyone, particularly an expat who should be prioritising gin and tonic drinking! No, no, no; of course gin and tonic drinking is not a meaningful occupation. But writing is, so let’s see how I’m getting on with that:

Last post on “Expat Wife” – November 12, 2010
Last post on “Chronicles” – November 19, 2010

The evidence strongly suggests that I could do better. And why don’t I? Well I’m not 100% sure but I think it has something to do with gravel*.

My gravel is:
Still not having the house the way I want it.
Shopping.
Managing household staff.

My big stones are:
Writing “Expat Wife”
Writing “Chronicles”
Short story writing

(You can see 56 on the list remain uncategorised but let’s worry about them another time. And no pebbles?!)

So, I’m spending time on the gravel and not on the big stones? Well maybe but maybe I’m being too harsh on myself: I have been spending time on shopping and making the house nice recently but that’s because my parents are visiting in 2 days time. To be followed by at least one and maybe two friends visiting in April. It’s not gravel, it’s loving my family and friends: Big stones indeed.

* see Big Stones for an explanation