The love

This is a time to write something I have no idea what to write about.

It is certainly not a time to write, but here goes.

What shall I write about? Complaints? Compliments? Problems?

Bullet point list:

1) Trying on some shoes, and lady in yellow fully exposes her bra from the back on the eve of Ramadan, same bench, trying out shoes. (Thought to myself "shall I say anything or not"?)

2) Parked my car at Ibn Battuta. Returned, finding row of trollies bang against my precious car. Check for scratches, find one, ignore, drive home.

3) Attempt to go to Gitex Shopper for the 3rd year running; go back home because of diverted traffic @ Airport. "Wayn Dakhil?" I asked. "Make a U-turn at the signals," he said. Wayid Zahma. Missed it again. Need a helicopter next year.

4) Stop at Dubai Festival City for shoes. At the shoe shop, one guy follows me around the shop, I ask him to stop doing so. Other guy serves me well; I buy the shoes. Wear them out of the shop, and I knew I shouldn't have got them: my toes are scrunched.

5) Get home. Once in 6 months, someone parks in my space. Today, of all days. I called Security. I cried. I was tired and wanted to get home. I blamed them for letting someone park in my space when cameras are all around, and you need a pass to get in. I was too tired to take further action.

So there's my day: love, hate, tolerance, compassion, understanding, regret and loving home. I just want to be home, where my heart is.