WE HAVE A BED!

I said bed - not baby. 

Last Thursday I opened the door to a man who was holding a piece of paper. He did not look happy and spoke an interesting dialect of mumble. It wasn’t English, nor was it any other language. I totally understand the shy – I don’t speak your language- thing, but mumbling tossing your head and rolling your eyes does me no good.

Here’s how it went – keep in mind I am doing some excellent hand gestures to be as clear as possible (you can visualize that one). J

Hello?

mboblablofbla

Are you here to deliver a bed?

eye roll and head tilt/roll (neither indicating yes or no)

Are you here from Pan? (Pan is the name of the store)

Mumble, repeat eye roll and head tilt

Delivery? Drop off?

Waves paper as mumbles something else

At this point I walk outside to go and look at the truck. This completely surprises that man and he looks at me with big doe eyes. Sure enough it is the delivery and after some more gestures and hand waving, the 3 men bring in the bed. From what I can gather the first man was trying to ask me where I wanted them to put it….maybe.

As they leave Mumblore looks at me, pats the boxes and says “Good wood.” I patted the box, nodded and said "Indian wood." He nodded patted the boxes again and said "Good." 

Later that day some very nice men showed up to put it together. This was quite funny as whenever I moved something they would freak out and come and do it for me. Even if it was a book, they would tisk, fuss and give me a dirty look.

All is all the bed is here! YEAH!

Other updates:

I still have another week or two to go. All is well.

We now have our U.A.E. residencies. I would just like to point out that my visa lists me as a housewife - right on the piece of paper in my passport. I also find it interesting J   that Bruce could be held accountable for my wrongdoings (he is listed as my sponsor).