This time last year I was sat, much as I am now, at my mums house in Derby.  Waiting for the call that said we were ready to move to our new life in Qatar.  We were waiting to take on our next expat assignment in Doha.  Having to leave… View Post

My boys are chalk and cheese personality wise. Something that becomes more apparent when we hit the swimming pool, my four year old HATED the water. Screamed blue murder if you took him in.  And wouldn’t even consider putting his face in the water.  However, at the time living in… View Post

On Monday morning, around the breakfast table, my husband silently passed his phone over to me.  There was an article open, one which announced the beginning of the diplomatic dispute between Qatar and other members of the Gulf Cooperation Council (GCC). Following that announcement came a day of texts from… View Post

The time is nearly upon us, where I abandon my husband for the summer and head for the cooler climes of the UK.  The time of year where I get to catch up with everyone. The time where I run myself ragged trying to see everybody, and inevitably end up… View Post

In a little over three weeks we will all be boarding a plane back to the UK for the summer.  Four days later my husband will board another plane and come back to Qatar.  On his own.  Myself, the four year old and the two year old?  We won’t follow… View Post