A typical Sunday afternoon

We are still adjusting to the weekends in Cairo because Friday is church day.  We finish our working week on Thursday and before we know it we are travelling to the Cathedral early on Friday morning.  But there are occasions when it really does feel like a Sunday - when we can relax in the afternoon with a nice cup of coffee (we have finally found a shop that sells cafetieres and ground coffee), a Bach CD courtesy of BBC music magazine, and an old copy of the Sunday Times.  We have to haggle with the newspaper street vendors depending on the date of the newspaper, how many sections are missing and how dusty it is.  Today been especially dusty because of the khamaseen wind which carries sand and dust from the desert.  It means  the air quality is poorer than normal and visibility restricted which means the views of the skyscrapers are restricted.  So this afternoon is a perfect day to spend having a traditional Sunday afternoon although there is no log fire or roast beef dinner.    

Six Nations Champions

The old lady selling vegetables outside the metro station had a chuckle when I gave her my request.  I usually get confused when she tells me the final price which is normally said so quickly and with such a strong accent that I get the amount completely wrong.  But on this occasion after successfully ordering potatoes, onions, peas, chilli and courgettes I asked her for a kilo of shoes - gazar not gazma! 
The vegetable stew was especially good and as I am always willing to help Jane with her Arabic homework (you'll appreciate what a great help I can be) and because she has just got back from a girls weekend away I should now have enough brownie points to have an evening out next Saturday to watch England win the rugby Six Nations Grand Slam. Pete