Dubai's Desperate Housewife

Trials and traumas of a full-time mum in Dubai

Who needs an address when you’ve been Makani’d?

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I may or may not have mentioned in the past how we don’t really have postal addresses in Dubai. If you want to receive mail, you have to have a PO Box, be it at a post office or, more recently and only in some areas, attached to your front wall. Even then, the mail is not addressed to the house, but to the PO Box.

Part of the reason for this was because many of the older houses and streets in Dubai didn’t really have numbers and names. Giving directions to visitors has always been more a case of “Turn left at the rubbish bins, go over two speed bumps and turn right at the purple bougainvillea – not the limp-looking one; the one that’s really in bloom right now? Yeah… usually there’s a tabby cat sitting next to it?” Makani

Which of course is a little worrying when you think about how an ambulance, for example, might find your home in a night-time emergency. I can just see the driver now, hopping out of the ambulance to check the bougainvillea flowers: “Are they purple or hot-pink? It’s hard to tell in the dark… mate, have you got a torch?”

But all this is now academic. Today there was a knock on my door and, though the peephole, I could see it was Security plus another man in uniform. Stifling the urge to run out the back door as fast as I could, I opened it to learn that Dubai is now a Smart City and that physical addresses are “so, like, 2014”.

Oh no, forget “Street This, Villa That” – we are now all to have a Makani number. The whole of Dubai, from ambulance drivers to taxis, pizza delivery boys and all my friends, will download the Makani App on their smart phones and then all I have to do is give my visitors my 10-digit Makani number and they will be directed via GPS to within one metre of my front door. One metre! Yeah, baby! I’m ordering pizza tonight! And it’d better not get lost!

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January 14, 2015 at 6:49 pm

Mad and evil times

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So, in addition to English, maths, Arabic and goodness knows what other subjects, five-year-old DS has started studying history at school.

Mad and evil - or medieval?

Mad and evil? Maybe.

“Do you find it interesting?” I asked.

“Yes… but I’m a bit scared of it.”

”Why? What’s the problem? What bit are you studying? You know, like Romans? Vikings?” (he knows these from Horrible Histories).

“It’s scary because we’re studying the MAD and EVIL times!”

I suppose a quip there – in light of what happened in Paris last week – would be to say: “That’s not history; that’s current times,” but he’s only five. I settled with telling him he meant “medieval”.

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January 13, 2015 at 5:48 pm

Questions thrown up by Mamma Mia

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DH and I took the children to see the stage show of Mamma Mia this week. When DD was four, it was her favourite movie. In the long summer when DS was brand new and we were stuck at home for long swathes of time, she and I danced and sang our way through it countless times (a day). Having even watched the ‘Behind The Scenes’ section more times than I’ve had hot dinners, there’s nothing I don’t know about that movie.

Not quite the outfit I'd imagine as Mother of the Bride...

Not quite the outfit I’d imagined as Mother of the Bride…

But there’s a difference, I discovered this week, between watching the show with a four-year-old, for whom it’s all about good melodies and slick dance moves, and watching it with a nine-year-old. In fact, the performance on Friday caused DD to come up with quite a few questions:

“How come Sophie’s mum had a baby but isn’t married?”

“How come they don’t know which one of three men is Sophie’s dad?”

“What does ejaculate mean?”

“Does ‘gay’ mean he’s in a same-gender relationship?”

“Did she just show her bare bum out of the window?”

“Isn’t this a little inappropriate for kids?”

And finally, when Donna and her friends are performing “Super Trouper” in full ABBA regalia at Sophie’s hen night, the most difficult question of all: “Will you do that for me at my wedding?”

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January 12, 2015 at 7:15 pm

Silent Sunday: You know it’s winter when…

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... the supermarket's full of heaters!

… the supermarket’s full of heaters (and the daytime high is 27C)!

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January 4, 2015 at 5:45 pm

Dubai’s Desperate Housewife in 2014

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The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

The Louvre Museum has 8.5 million visitors per year. This blog was viewed about 210,000 times in 2014. If it were an exhibit at the Louvre Museum, it would take about 9 days for that many people to see it.

Click here to see the complete report.

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January 2, 2015 at 7:18 pm

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How important is a “thank you”?

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One of my memories my childhood Christmas Days is spending the food-sated afternoons not watching television but writing my thank-you letters. My parents were strict: a list was kept as gifts were opened, and thank-you letters were hand-written and dispatched before New Year. thank you

I was a stationery-obsessed writer-freak girl: I loved it.

But these days, thank-you letters have largely gone the way of Atari consoles and Pac-Man: they’re rarer than snowmen in the desert – and all the more precious for it. I can count on one hand the number of people who insist their children hand-write proper thank-you notes to us here in Dubai.

But I’m not fussy. I’ll take my thanks however it comes. For me, a thank-you is equally valid whether it comes in person, via phone, email, Facebook in-box, SMS or even What’s App. All I want is a small acknowledgement that the gift is received; a nod to the thought and effort that went into procuring it.

And what I do know is that those who have sent thank-you notes end up with even more thoughtful gifts the following year. It’s a lovely feeling to buy gifts for friends and family; even more so when you know the recipient truly appreciates them.

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December 30, 2014 at 10:04 am

“Mummy, you smell…”

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Mid-cuddle the other day, when the kids and I were lolling about on the sofa, DD grabbed DS and inhaled his sweet little-boy scent.

The days of sweet little boy smell...

The days of sweet little boy smell…

“Mmm!” she said. “He smells so good! When he wakes up in the morning, he smells of watermelon!”

“You used to smell of biscuits,” I told DD, remembering those days before her rising hormones sent me dashing out to stock up on pre-teen body sprays.

“You smell as well, Mummy,” DD said. “You smell of boots.”

There was, I admit, a little withdrawal of the group cuddle at that point as I pictured a pair of stinky wellies.

“Boots?” I asked. I use a good anti-perspirant. I wear perfume all the time, even to the beach. “Boots?”

“Yes… you know, when you walk into Boots and the ladies are all squirting the perfumes and it smells so nice?”

Cuddling was resumed.

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December 24, 2014 at 10:12 am

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