When I arrived in my flat my employer had very kindly put all the essentials in, including linen for the bed. I love my bed, it’s king size, has special coil things in the mattress (the word ‘coil’ generally reminds me of faeces though, not ideal) and it looks like a big ship. What I didn’t, however, relish was the fact that the sheet I had been given was queen size. For the last month or so I have been waking up like the victim of a bondage/strangulation experiment gone wrong. There is nothing worse than ill fitting linen. Anyone who knows me well knows that I am obsessed with beds, they must have been made properly; I am almost phobic of unmade beds. I have had to grit my teeth and ‘drape’ my sheet over the bed and try not to wriggle too much during the night; it’s been hell I tell you.
I got paid two days ago. Most people buy food and other necessary items on pay day, I went straight to the linen shop. The linen in this country is absolutely beautiful – everything is pure cotton, even the ‘cheap skate’ stuff. I bought a pristine white (400 thread count) cotton duvet with accompanying fitted sheet and pillow cases. I also got a beautiful red and orange throw. Now when I look into my room, stealthily when no one is looking, my bed looks like a sunrise. Beautiful, fresh and warm. It’s the small things in life.
As I gaze out of my window while I write ahead of me is the ‘hair dressing and beauty saloon’ which can be found on the ‘first flower’ and next to the saloon is an open lot with some garbage skips (which is where I have to shlep my rubbish everyday). Beyond the vacant lot is the highway and beyond that the sea (I can’t actually see the sea). I have enjoyed watching waddi dogs (the name for aboriginal Omani dogs) loitering around the garbage skip, finding a living. I like the vacant lot, it has a spacious feel about it. A day ago a menacing little cordoned off area appeared in my vacant lot. It is worryingly about the same size as a building. The thought of having a building site as my neighbour in the foreseeable future fills me with terror – have I mentioned the dust?
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