Day 6
The day
began with a modicum of tension. Britt’s event was happening and things had to
go just right, Britt has been responsible for bringing a lot of new clients on
to the Faux books and one of the chief attractions are that things are done for
the clients in a highly professional and effective manner. Wil also expected to
have a big day with a long meeting tacked on to the end of the normal work day.
We of
course had a very different day planned and went back to bed after Britt and
Wil left for work.
Yes we tried the doggy walk when we got up but Eddie had to
be trained to stop at each kerb and his reluctance to walk led to us deciding
to leave him at home. When we got back with the girls I took him out armed with
shmackoes. Yes he walked but only if I held a tiny bit of shmacko in the lead
hand. We made it round the block.
Our plan
was to walk to Jumeira 2 Beach behind the Four Seasons Hotel. It was a short
walk on the map but again the heat made it seem further, It wasn’t quite as
easy to access as we thought it might be as a lot of beachfront development was
taking place. Unlike Melb, here they have the foresight to put in all the
facilities, playgrounds, roads etc before the developers are called in to
infill with residences. After a trundle through what looked like a building
site we found it. It was crystal clean and perfect. It was also perfectly empty
except for an Indian lifeguard (and his incessant Indian music) and another couple
some considerable way down the beach. A boat shell had been moored a little way out as a kind of sunbaking platform, Unlike the other 2 sun worshippers we
took refuge in the shade of a very fancy lifeguard station. Soon we were up to
our necks in that pure clean clear water. Though it looked still there was a distinct
current that quickly carried us along the beach as we floated. The sun, the
water, the blue sky above kris-crossed with jets....it was all paradise for
John. Eventually we emerged from the water for a long snooze on the sand.
The walk
back home became a bit of a trial as the sun had notched up the heat. I could barely put one foot in front of the
other and was starting to feel distinctly dizzy. As I stumbled home, clutching
Johnny’s hand and my eyes fixed on the road beneath, I had the presence of mind
to see a small washer and stop to pick it up. It would be perfect for fixing up
the chair in our bedroom. I think my distress must have been apparent as by the
time we got to the garden villas, a taxi driver had pulled up nearby. We were tempted
but did not succumb. It was a huge relief to get home, into the cool of the AC
and into a cool shower.
Two hours
later, after a rest, a shower, a cool drink and a bunch of some really
beautiful black Spanish grapes, I was starting to feel human again. John was
stretched out on the lounge chair. “so how has young Eddie been?” I asked. “Fine,
except he tried to first eat my sandwich and then my phone” was the answer.
Eddie is in the process of sorting out what’s allowed and what’s not.
Around 5pm
and with a refreshing breeze sweeping down the canal, we headed off to
Waitrose. Britt told us that in the big walk in fridge there were real English
pork pies. As well we bought extra fruit, milk etc and the makings for
hamburgers. We thought we would add them to the lamb skewers that Britt had
planned and serve them with salad and oven chips. We took the short route and
the whole journey was much better.
