Ostrich I am

We left Algeria with a feeling of dread to be heading back the way, something neither of us was looking forward to.  We arrived in Dubai at gate C19 we then had to make it across to gate A6 it wasn't until we stopped on the bus to the plane which I swear was taking us way back around to gate C19 that I smelt the smell of smoke, it was in fact my inner thighs from the chaffing of having to walk half way across Dubai to change planes, anyone that has seen my beloved's airport walk will know exactly what I'm talking about! Now my beloved was actually walking, but to keep up I was in fact running, hence the smell of smoke, my little legs are not used to travelling at such speed when in fact it is
supposedly walking speed, it was like having your car in the wrong gear, everything was just grinding....

We eventually took off and soon arrived at Dammam airport, and how pleasurable that experience was, we strolled on through passport control, collected out luggage and headed home, it was all very civilised, happy days, let us keep everything crossed that things will continue in a civilised manner.  We arrived home around 5am and went to bed, packing was left, belongings dumped in the hall way, sleep was required.

What I have noticed over the years is I have a habit of burying my head, thus I don't have to think about the very important things that are stressing me, this is not a good thing. One of the things stressing my brain and my beloved's brain right now is our boy Stitch. Stitch has been living the life of Riley with our good friends in Saudi Arabia whilst we scoped out our new country of residence. We have investigated doggy day care, and doggie doctors and the results have not been the best, we have spoken with people and found that dogs are not appreciated in Algiers like they are in the UK or other countries where ex pats are plentiful, so the decision had to be made after a lot of soul searching for Stitch to remain with our friends, so now my boy Stitch has a new mummy and daddy and we were off to visit him.  When we arrived he spotted us from his guard position on top of the sofa in front of the window, and he yapped and yapped until we were let in. Oh man it was good to see him, he was just as delightful as he always is and he went back and forwards between us and then followed Sari around, then back around to us again, he really is a beautiful boy and we are going to miss him terribly, poor Stitch would not appreciate the crazy traffic of Algiers, the lack of pavements and having to fly in and out every time we left for what ever reason, which is what one expat I met does with her dog, and this poor lady gets abuse every time she takes her dog out for a walk, it is a crazy situation to find yourself in, and we are lucky enough to have friends who can help us out with a very strange set of circumstances.