Tuesday, October 29, 2013


There I was, lying under my sun umbrella, listening to the waves lapping against the shore and totally tuning out of life.
Beep, beep.
Dam text message brought me back to earth with a bang, or should I say beep.
It was from a friend in Ireland looking for something that I should have given to her before I came on holiday. I replied
Sorry about that but I'm on holiday in Turkey at the moment. I'll get it to as soon as I return.
I pressed the send button and settled back down. Two seconds later I was sending an amended text.
Shit! I'm not in Turkey, I'm in Abu Dhabi!
I've read that this is what happens to rock stars when they're jetting all over the world on tour. They forget what country they're in.
Well at least the ones with Alzheimer's do!

Sunday, October 27, 2013

It's NOT Christmas yet!

I'm all for new experiences and all that, but today's, not so much. For the first time I was driving myself to the airport and leaving Roxy there for the week. Those who know me well, know that I have the world's worst sense of direction. So it was with much trepidation that I set off for the red long term car park.
I know what you're thinking, why doesn't she just get a sat-nav? That would be cheating! Much more educational to drive around for ages looking for a place!
So you can imagine my relief when, at 6.30am I entered the aforementioned car park.
Great. Now to find a space.
Section A was full, as was B C and D.
You can imagine how panicked I was when I eventually found a parking spot......in Y!!!!
For feck sake. I had driven so far I was sure I was back in Raharney!

I parked up, got the shuttle bus and in a few minutes was in Terminal 2. It was there that I saw something that made my blood run cold.
In feckin' October, for feck sake.
It shouldn't be allowed, even if they were for charity. You know that old saying
A puppy is not just for Christmas, it's for life,
Well the opposite applies to trees
A tree IS just for Christmas, not for life.
In my humble opinion a Christmas tree should only be put up on the 8th December and taken down on the 6th January. One month, that's it. Finito.

I soon forgot about my little rant and was happily ensconced on the plane. What I love about Ethihad is the fact that you get your own little screen and can chose to watch whatever you like.

My first choice was an old episode of Arrow. I know I'd seen it before but I never pass up a chance to see Oliver Queen/Stephen Amell go through his bare chested workout!
This was followed by a viewing of White House Down. It was very entertaining, in a Die Hard kinda way. But I did get a little uneasy at the scene where the airplane was blown out of the sky by the terrorists, considering where I was at the time! But the sight of Channing Tatum running around the White House in his vest soon took my attention.
I've just realised that I have the same attention span as my three year old grandniece, Megan! Whenever she is getting upset or opstreperious you just say
Oh look Megan, here's Peppa Pig
And immediately she is distracted and focuses on that.
Well with me, you just have to say
Oh look Noeleen, here's a naked muscular male torso
And immediately I forget what I was thinking about!!!

The rest of my inflight entertainment consisted of reading Karl Pilkington's book The Moaning of Life.
I love his dry sense of wit and several times my travelling companions shot me dagger glances as I had burst out laughing, thus disturbing their viewing of male torsos, or whatever they were watching.
My favourite quote of the book so far is
I never understand why people say
"At least he died doing something he loved".
If you die doing something you hate, you don't have to finish doing it -Karl Pilkington

Thanks to Stephen, Channing and Karl the time flew by
See what I did there
and six and a half hours later we were touching down. The pilot announced
"Welcome to Abu Dhabi. Local time is 19.50 and it is 26 degrees."
26 degrees at nighttime in October??? Something tells me we're not in Ireland anymore Toto. That's not Christmas weather, so take down those FECKIN ' trees!,

Friday, October 25, 2013

#1: Things I miss about Abu Dhabi

People who know me, are aware that I am not an overly house proud person.

However there are certain times each year that my house shines like a new pin.
a) New Year's Eve. If I have as much as one item of clothing unwashed/unironed, then I am convinced that I will be cursed with a year of bad luck.
b) When I go away on holidays my house has to be cleaned, dusted and polished to within a inch of its life. I figure that its depressing enough to have to come home after a stint abroad, without being greeted by a mountain of housework.
And so I have spent the past week decluttering, moving furniture, hovering up spiders etc in preparation for my return to Abu Dhabi.
I was talking to my friend Jen with whom I am staying.
"So Noeleen, when are you arriving?"
"On Saturday."
"Great. I'll get the cleaner in to get the place ready."
Groan of envy.
Ah yes, I remember the days when I had a cleaner for my one bedroomed apartment. One didn't do things like housework.
If you don't see me in November you know I have decided to stay! Recession me a*^@

Friday, October 18, 2013

Look before you leap

There will always be friction between teachers and parents. Obviously parents look at their son/daughter and they are the most important thing in their lives. All decisions revolve around them.  A teacher is dealing with possibly thirty children while trying to teach an extensive curriculum, so most decisions are made for the good of the whole class, as opposed to what one particular child wants.
All I would ask as a teacher, is that you as a parent find out exactly what is happening in class before you attack.
Case in point. And I swear, this actually happened last week!
A friend of mine started in her new 3rd Class in October, after being out on Maternity Leave. Just a week into her return the Principal came to her to tell her that the parents of one of her girls were up in arms about the way she was grading their daughter's homework and they wanted to see her after school that evening. My friend was stumped as to what they were talking about, but she prepared herself.
After class, they both strode in and immediately started to tear strips off her.
"How dare you demoralise our daughter like that!"
"Her work is much better than the 1 out of 10, or the 3 out of 10 that you have given her."
"We are taking this further."

My friend eventually got a chance to get a word in.
"I'm sorry, but I have no idea what you are talking about. I don't grade homework like that."
"Stop trying to back out of it. Look at this copy for yourself."
The copy was flung down on the desk in front of her. She looked at it, and then it dawned on her.
"Em sorry. But are you talking about THE DATE!"
When she had corrected the exercise on the first of October, she had written 1/10. Then two days later she had written 3/10!!!

Now, it was an understandable mistake that they made. But if they had just come in first and ASKED what was going on, it could have been explained in that logical manner.
Oh and by the way, neither parent apologised for their behaviour. You'd think they would have been mortified and begged her not to tell anyone what they had done!!!