Today I’m procrastinating… again. I have the manuscript of The Highland Games beside me, with all of Fiona’s comments over it, and now I have to sort it. It’s daunting, but not nearly as bad as when doing The Great Flying Trapeze. Then I had to delete about 30,000 words. It was very difficult for you do get attached to bits. There was a huge section about a minister finding a coffin on the beach, but I was asked, ‘was it really relevant to the story?’  But they also say characters are supposed to have pasts and histories…let the man have his coffin I say. Ah well, it’s gone, but may reappear somewhere else!

So I am procrastinating.

Yesterday was a whirl wind of action… went to the the souq where I fell in love with two fakes. A bright red Gucci watch, (big) I thought I might look hip hop and happening…and a Rolex which I so covet…its gold and peppered with diamonds. I so envied my school colleague Margaret, who had a real one, bought with about a million salaries. You can get them in the souk as some Arab ladies get them as gifts but don’t want them, so sell them on. Still out of my non earning budget. (John doesn’t pay me enough for my mopping skills.)

Later ran into the above mentioned colleague, Margaret, who was grinning from ear to ear and looking wonderful, even though she said she is so stressed with school etc….in her hand were two sets of BMW keys….she had WON two cars in a raffle. Brand new, heavenly smelling leather and they were hers!!!! OH MY GOD. She had hummed and hawed about buying a Burberry handbag in the deluxe shops in the Pearl, and finally did, and bought a book of raffle tickets as well….She must have been born under a bright shiny star!

So….I shall go back to the souk and blow my house keeping on two FAKES!!!!!

Later had massage class. Thought the arms and legs would be a breeze, but not so. Heavens, I didn’t know so many squeezes and turns and pinches and tugs were involved. There was a lot of knuckle kneading involved as well. The legs were hard work…when I had finished I was glowing in perspiration, doesn’t that sound lady like! So …. John will be subjected to a lot of practise sessions this coming week. Poor guy.

Just before nodding off, I had to giggle…thought of a gentleman I met earlier in the day, who had flown over specially to Doha for a very important meeting to do with banking….and the man he had to meet at 10 o’clock was locked in the toilet…he had been in there for 2 hours, and no one could get him out…it was a very strong steel door…makes you think of a coffin. What on earth were they thinking when constructing such a thing. Anyway said man flew back to London. What a waste of time. Not to mention money. I suppose they couldn’t shout their business through the door. Not very dignified.

Right…this time I’m off.