Friday, 28 June 2013

Police Checks, Deportation and Uncertainty - Saudi's Migrant Workers

Last week it was a pleasant 19 degrees walking down London’s Oxford Street.

This morning in Riyadh it’s 43 and climbing. It's also revoltingly sandy and windy. When I run my finger along our dining table I feel a fine, gritty layer of desert dust. In another few days I could probably write my name in it.

Friday, 21 June 2013

New Beginnings and One Very Little Bean

For the last four weeks I’ve been in London meeting the newest and littlest member of our whanau. He’s very cute and very small and we love him to pieces.

Although he has a proper name, we sometimes call him little bean. That’s because, as my daughter explained, he has skinny little legs, just like runner beans. Other times, we call him bundle, and on days when he cries and doesn’t want to sleep, we call him little pickle. So many names for one small baby.