Day 182 Lazy night in. So lazy.
Day 184 Popped out to get a cheeky burger from Mooyah for dinner so here’s Shabab Avenue in Juffair aka American Alley. Where all the food places live.
Day 185 The man gets a wee little touch up while I catch some Wimbledon.
Day 186 Lo and behold – we have 4G! Hello decent Internet!
Day 188 Was woken up by this morning by, what I thought, was someone in our flat. No, just a pressure washer blasting the dust off the windows. But they’re nice and clean now.
Day 189 Banana bread muffins in Bahrain – Take 1. I’m not convinced they’ve turned out quite right. Just a little “extra brown” on top.
Day 190 Cylon building opposite ours. Or that’s what my current BSG-addled brain is thinking.
Day 191 An apple a day. Or every other day. Need to eat more fruit!
Day 193 Iftar at Rendez Vous. Waiting semi-patiently for the time to turn and the buffet to be open.
Day 194 Happy Birthday to me! 30 today and treated to breakfast. My all time favourite breakfast – pancakes made by my man. Some lovely, fresh pressed coffee. And eggs. BLISS!
Day 195 Mondays have turned into the new laundry day. It’s the quietest day in the laundry room!
Day 197 Windows of the building across from us. As sunsets, love how dramatic the shadows can get here.
Day 198 Now that I’m thirty years old I have ever right to have pancakes for dinner.
Day 199 Goodbye work week, hello weekend. Looking forward to a weekend of nothing.
Day 201 Epic lazy day finished off with a lovely lazy dinner at Copper Chimney.
Day 202 Last minute, late night blogging. Not enough hours in the day sometimes.
Day 204 The building name is AWS-OME. HA!
Day 205 Last week it was pancakes for dinner. This week? Home made apple crumble and home made custard. Yes, it’s nearly 40 degrees outside, but damnit, I wanted some apple crumble and custard. First time I ever made custard at home and surprised just how easy it was!
Day 206 So, in just over a week’s time we’ll be leaving our first home in Bahrain for a whole new place. Here’s a silly phone done fish eye photo of our current living room. A bit messy and very dark. The darkness being one of the big reasons why we’re moving.
Day 207 Dropped in for some coffee at New York Coffee at pretty much Iftar time. Happened to get some fried freebie foods long with our carrot cake.
Day 208 My attempt at taking photos of the skyline while speeding along in the car. Note, I’m not driving. Just in case you get the wrong idea…. Also, there are some really impressive buildings. Just, not in this silly photo.
Day 209 Peering through the peep hole in the front door. Our flat’s on the first floor and it gets a wee bit noisy sometimes.
Day 211 Why does my dining table look like it’s Harvest time at a Primary School? Moving soon, and needed somewhere to empty the kitchen to.
Day 212 For the second time in just about 3 months I’m packing up this suitcase again. Somehow I can’t fit in all the clothes I initially packed in this suitcase. Doing something wrong.
July – the month of my birth and my favourite month of the year. Though not because of the birthday. Personally, not a fan of birthdays. While I make every mental effort to think of them as any other day, I usually fail at that. So, it was nice that this year, my 30th was a nice, chilled and overall good day. Scary part of July done!
Why is July my favourite month? I adore summer. July for me equals summer. When it’s lovely and warm outside and you don’t have to wrap up going out. Days are long. Barbecues. Sitting in the park. Of course all of that has changed now that I’ve moved to Bahrain!
As for the rest of the month – it’s been fairly quiet. Except for the whole looking for a new place to live followed by the eventual moving at the end of the month.
Highlights of the month include finally building up my wardrobe again (I have clothes! Actual clothes and don’t have to wear the same sodding outfit out, over and over again.), my wonderful birthday pancakes and sushi dinner treat, booking a holiday for August and OH NOT FORGETTING – the whole packing to move!
August is going to whizz by. I can just feel it.