At last, I'm back to broadband! To all my dear readers, (yes, all 5 or 6 of you:) I deeply apologise for not being able to update my blog the last one week or so. My oncalls have been terribly busy, and straight after we went straight to visit Uncle and Auntie De in Wrexham where broadband has yet to penetrate. At first I wanted to post a few entries, but seeing how Uncle De's dial up connection choked at even the slightest of provocations (read: loading my blog even without pictures took around 10 minutes! Forget videos), I decided against it. Not that it matters, as even without updating my blog, I was too busy having a good time!
Above is me having to borrow one of Auntie De's disposable shavers; my Gillette was left 90 miles away. And yes; if you happen to live in Wrexham and heard screams of torture in the mornings, that was me. The shaving experience with Auntie De's "twin lady" was painful both mentally and physically! It felt like my skin was ripped to shreds. But as one popular yet chiched saying goes: something about beggars and their limited choice in toiletries.
As if running and rolling were not enough fun, Uncle De brought out an inflatable mini-pool and like the Wizard's Apprentice we filled it in turn with pails of hot water (picture above). We had to wrap Amar's injured hand with a plastic bag to keep it dry, a futile attempt as the three were splashing each other silly.
Note: I chose the least feminine of the available colours: turquoise. Hmm.
Picture above : Man do I need a zoom lens.
May Allah always bless you guys. Thanks again Uncle and Auntie De!