So been a while, Peter and Val moved in and what a scream they turned out to be, so far Peter has kicked in 3 front doors, assaulted 2 taxi drivers and according to reports back in the UK he has been stabbed - seriously the last one never happened, but he has got a habit of being an Essix Bouy in the sleepy Red Sea Village where we live, he is calming down a bit and the last door to do in is re-inforced so I am just waiting for the phone call to go and take him to the hospital - nutter.
Doris and Dave came back for a week on their own, remember when Mrs ICBB was here, seems I offended her - fuck join the queue love, and I invited myself to dinner and made her feel uncomfortable, I was rude and guess who she has been talking to? Yep you guessed right, Mrs ICBB.
After a couple of days of the FB (Fat Birds) being together, Doris decided that as a tenant (oh my god!) I was really not her cup of tea, although I wasnt actually aware of all this until Doris went back to the UK and "unfriended" me from that social networking site.
So I asked her what I had done and why she didnt say anything to my face, well it seems the final decision was made back in the UK away from answering awkward questions - bollocks, the woman is full of twatwaffle anyway, so who cares. But on hearing that she was due to come back to the Westside Pearl for a month, to be courteous and civil unlike Mrs ICBB, to which she agreed.
Funny how on a complex as small as this you can only bump into someone once in 4 weeks and that was down at our local ! Anyway she made more of an effort than me, no skin of my nose hunny.
Paul and Liz went back to Cyprus where they live for the other 9 months of the year, for their christmas break and it was about a week before we bumped into them.
And get this, on bumping into said couple, they asked how our trip to Cairo went? WTF We havent been to Cairo, so even when we dont see anyone they are now making up stories about us, I have never felt so popular.
Turns out that Sam has been spouting off AGAIN!, we went to another pub - there arent that many to be honest, and met some other expats who also live over here but on a different complex, Marc and Carole, odd couple, but not overly unpleasant, who asked me "If you have all this money, why are you living here?" I'm sorry but really what the hell has that got to do with you, I dont ask you where your money comes from and in all fairness sod off your nosey git. But me being Mrs Polite (on a good night) just asked, "Oh where did you hear that from?" Yep you guessed it, Sam!
Let me rewind a little bit, not much -
Hubby and I decided that we dont actually feel comfortable living here, the economy is too unstable as are the Egyptians who will fight, swear, be abusive, rude and damn right ignorant to any person who is not covered in a Burqa (correct spelling) and Niqab (veil), so as a western, slightly less overweight woman than I was 6 months ago, dealing with them has been one of my biggest issues and it gets to a point where I actually asked my hubby, "when did you go and buy that invisibility cloak of yours and will you stop wearing it!" as men seem to think that I need a husband of arabic descent, erh no thanks, you couldnt afford me and you have bad hygiene, just to name a couple of things.
So on that well known social site, I had Sam as a friend, not sure why, he only lives across the pool from us, but still hindsight is a wonderful thing. Anyhoo, I had mentioned on there that we were thinking of going to go and live in the Philippines (more details later) and this is where Sam had got his information and told Marc in some drunken conversation, so now not only are we being discussed on the Westside Bitchfest, we are being discussed to complete strangers about our business. I know more fool me for putting such a remark out there in the big wide world for people to talk about. Still have learned from that one and Sam is no longer there on my social friends site.
Sam returned back from the UK after his 3 week break, and to be quite honest I have made a point of not speaking to him.
It beggers belief when we were walking to Peter and Lynnes the other day to have Sam come up behind us and say "Oh here he needs another door" I swung round and said, "how else was he going to get in he forgot his key" and walked off - seems you cant fart here without it being public knowledge.
So we are biding our time and yes we are leaving to go and live somewhere else - details to follow.
Doris and Dave came back for a week on their own, remember when Mrs ICBB was here, seems I offended her - fuck join the queue love, and I invited myself to dinner and made her feel uncomfortable, I was rude and guess who she has been talking to? Yep you guessed right, Mrs ICBB.
After a couple of days of the FB (Fat Birds) being together, Doris decided that as a tenant (oh my god!) I was really not her cup of tea, although I wasnt actually aware of all this until Doris went back to the UK and "unfriended" me from that social networking site.
So I asked her what I had done and why she didnt say anything to my face, well it seems the final decision was made back in the UK away from answering awkward questions - bollocks, the woman is full of twatwaffle anyway, so who cares. But on hearing that she was due to come back to the Westside Pearl for a month, to be courteous and civil unlike Mrs ICBB, to which she agreed.
Funny how on a complex as small as this you can only bump into someone once in 4 weeks and that was down at our local ! Anyway she made more of an effort than me, no skin of my nose hunny.
Paul and Liz went back to Cyprus where they live for the other 9 months of the year, for their christmas break and it was about a week before we bumped into them.
And get this, on bumping into said couple, they asked how our trip to Cairo went? WTF We havent been to Cairo, so even when we dont see anyone they are now making up stories about us, I have never felt so popular.
Turns out that Sam has been spouting off AGAIN!, we went to another pub - there arent that many to be honest, and met some other expats who also live over here but on a different complex, Marc and Carole, odd couple, but not overly unpleasant, who asked me "If you have all this money, why are you living here?" I'm sorry but really what the hell has that got to do with you, I dont ask you where your money comes from and in all fairness sod off your nosey git. But me being Mrs Polite (on a good night) just asked, "Oh where did you hear that from?" Yep you guessed it, Sam!
Let me rewind a little bit, not much -
Hubby and I decided that we dont actually feel comfortable living here, the economy is too unstable as are the Egyptians who will fight, swear, be abusive, rude and damn right ignorant to any person who is not covered in a Burqa (correct spelling) and Niqab (veil), so as a western, slightly less overweight woman than I was 6 months ago, dealing with them has been one of my biggest issues and it gets to a point where I actually asked my hubby, "when did you go and buy that invisibility cloak of yours and will you stop wearing it!" as men seem to think that I need a husband of arabic descent, erh no thanks, you couldnt afford me and you have bad hygiene, just to name a couple of things.
So on that well known social site, I had Sam as a friend, not sure why, he only lives across the pool from us, but still hindsight is a wonderful thing. Anyhoo, I had mentioned on there that we were thinking of going to go and live in the Philippines (more details later) and this is where Sam had got his information and told Marc in some drunken conversation, so now not only are we being discussed on the Westside Bitchfest, we are being discussed to complete strangers about our business. I know more fool me for putting such a remark out there in the big wide world for people to talk about. Still have learned from that one and Sam is no longer there on my social friends site.
Sam returned back from the UK after his 3 week break, and to be quite honest I have made a point of not speaking to him.
It beggers belief when we were walking to Peter and Lynnes the other day to have Sam come up behind us and say "Oh here he needs another door" I swung round and said, "how else was he going to get in he forgot his key" and walked off - seems you cant fart here without it being public knowledge.
So we are biding our time and yes we are leaving to go and live somewhere else - details to follow.
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