If we were having coffee, I’d ask you what you preferred, as I have many options. As for me, I’ll be having something strong as I want to stay awake for our chat. I shall explain in a bit.
If we were having coffee, I’d tell you what was left of my week was nice and normal!
One walk worth mentioning with Zeke.
Oh! And I almost forgot. My bad. On Thursday I got a surprise in the mail. Janet, sweetheart that she is, sent me this lovely bracelet as a gift! Thank you so much, you shouldn’t have…. but I totally appreciate that you did! How lucky am I?
If we were having coffee, I would tell you that come Saturday, it was the engagement celebration brunch of my lovely neighbour/former babysitter Aalia and her finacé, Fahad. As a hip young couple, they have been dubbed Fahaalia – how cute is that? An insanely gorgeous couple… The invitation said 10:30 am. I set my alarm, got ready and was there for 10:30 a.m. And realised that, besides the groom-to-be and a couple of friends helping with the set-up, I was ridiculously early. Hmmm. I received a text from Aalia’s sister, Fhameeda telling me: Aalia says 11:30 is fine!! Uh huh. Right. My response was: Shit, shit, shit. I rushed to get here. Fhum (her nickname) apologised and invited me to join her at her home which is a mere 500-600 m away. Not that far except, of course, I was wearing high-heeled boots. And very not-friendly walking boots, I might add. Give a great leg, though! I wasn’t going to take my car (I had prime real estate in my parking, paid for – should have been my first clue that I was really early when I found a spot directly in front of the restaurant!) So, I stayed. While I waited, I sat at a table near the entrance, while enjoying a cappuccino. And watched as one group after another arrived, knowing a whole lot of no one! It was wonderful to watch all the lovely Indian and Pakistani women arrive in their beautiful saris and sparkly sandals – they are not fans of nylons or tights, no matter how cold it is! Everyone was dressed to the nines. So refreshing in today’s day to see people making an effort to dress really nicely.
Finally people I knew! Parvin and Hussein, Aalia’s parents, her brother Na’eem with Abeille and their son, Zayne, and finally her sister Fhameeda, Mike and 3-week-old Sofia. Phew! I was officially introduced to some of Aalia’s co-workers and ended up sitting with them. What fun we had getting to know each other! The brunch was delicious and great fun was had by all.
I got home fairly late in the afternoon with a bunch of their gifts and such in my car as the grand-parents were bringing Zayne with them to babysit and didn’t have enough room. When Aalia came to pick up her stuff she told me she was so sorry about my being there early. She made me laugh as she said she would have to send out two invitations for the wedding itself. One for the “brown” people and one for the “non-brown” members (her words, not mine)! Apparently we don’t all have the same concept of time! She said they are notorious for arriving a good hour late which is why the invitation said 10:30 instead of 11:30!!! Now I know. Won’t be making that mistake again! All good. As I said, it was fun to watch them all parade in.
Later on in the afternoon, I got started on some chicken parmigiana. Just as I put the spaghetti into the boiling water, I got a phone call from Alex of Le Barbù, Iain’s place of work. I knew there was a problem immediately. Alex told me that Iain had cut himself quite badly. I left instructions for Aidan and hightailed it out of there to pick up Iain. It is a mere kilometre away so there was no wasting of time. We had to come back for Iain’s wallet and made our way to the hospital. I could gross you out and show you pictures – yeah, we’re weird like that and take pics of these things, but I shall spare you. Suffice it to say that he chopped a good chunk of his thumb, through the nail, but not all the way. After SEVEN HOURS WAIT, we were finally seen by the doctor who decided to sew him up rather than just cut it off. Blech. Can I just say that my son is one tough cookie? I think the worst part was the freezing of said thumb. Dr. Vincent was very nice and Iain had him laughing – definitely his father’s son – with his comments and such. We got home at 4:00 a.m.
If we were having coffee, I would tell you that I’ve been on slo-mo all day and have been barely functional. Thank goodness for leftovers!
I hope I didn’t cause your tummies to do too many flip-flops in the describing of my son’s injury!
I do wish you have a most wonderful week and thank you for stopping by. You know you are always welcome. There is nothing I like better than sitting and chatting with a friend.
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