Whoosh!

I jumped out of bed this morning at 6am, hearing a series of 'whooooosh . . . whoooosh' directly outside the bedroom window.


It's a bit disconcerting to have visitors arrive when one is still in their nightgown. Whoosh became the theme for the day, which has been full of activity.

A fairly stiff breeze blew against me as I bicycled to the vegetable souk. I could do without this whooshing resistence to my weekly workout. At the souk I sat with Sherine's mother for a while and watched the fellow beside her make the sieves he was selling.




Back at home the workmen soon arrived to continue their ransacking . . . I mean, installation. And progress was made. The air cooler is now functioning with water coming from the kitchen on the opposite side of flat. This necessitated drilling a hole through a wall and the kitchen's ceramic wall tile. More holes, more mess. Bokra, insha'Allah, they will complete the job. (I believe I have said this before.)


As the day whooshed by I found myself late this evening in a Luxor paint store buying supplies for my weekend project. "Colour Your World" it's not. They were able to match the colour and I could buy masking tape and paint rollers, but it seems that they had never heard of paint trays. They advised me to dip the roller into a big bucket of paint and just give it a good thwack to remove the excess paint and spread the remaining paint evenly across the roller. I'm doubtful of the success of this procedure. I think a good thwack is going to have orange paint over every surface. Ah! Now I understand all the splatters in professionally painted Egyptian houses and offices! A creative alternative to 'thwack' must be found. Stay tuned.