I was worried last night. Actually, more concerned than worried. You see we (long suffering wife and I) live on a cosy compound on the main road out of Doha. These last 3 nights I've heard sirens passing close to our compound and I wondered about the cause.
You see Doha is a peaceful city, at least the official crime figures say so. So what was the cause of our dismay - fire, civil unrest (there was rioting in neighboring Bahrain last month)? After 3 nights, it finally dawned on me - the ATP Tennis Tour is in town, taking place a few hundred meters from here. The sirens were the local police escorting VIP tennis stars to and from the stadium. Panic over.
Although a few hours earlier, the sirens could have been the local fire department heading to our villa. We bought a second-hand microwave last week from what we thought was a reliable friend. Turns out the first time we use it, to prepare a delicious Sadia vegetable lasagne (whoever heard of lasagne with mushy peas, but it tastes fantastic) and the thing bursts into flames. Electrical fire, smoke in the kitchen and a smell still lingering after 24 hours. The manufacturer (Galanz) is not one I'm familiar with, which in Doha means it is a (very) cheap import. We should have expected nothing more, but the guy should have warned us. Goes to show what my old dad used to say: you can pick your friends, and you can pick your nose, but you can't pick your friends nose.
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