London 20 years after ...

It took us some 20 years to come back.

I left London in 1999 after completing my degree years there, wishing to come back sooner or later.  The opportunity only came recently, when I had a few meetings to attend in London and Dublin.

We flew with Qatar Airways this time, arriving Heathrow at 8.30 pm, 28th June 2017 after some one hour plus transit at Doha.  By the time we reached the rented apartment, it was almost 11 pm.  The kids had their bath, prayer and slept.  Fajr prayer time would be around 2.45 am.

Butter Cake for Abah

Well, I 'm not so much into this baking thing.  But I have a daughter, and I am responsible to make sure that she grows up like a daughter :)

So ladies bake.  And we baked the simplest cake on earth.  We added some novelty i.e. calories to it by having a layer of chocolates in the middle.  Speccy design by Achik.

Lopsided specs :)

Holidaying at Home

It's school holiday that is not so much a holiday.  Along started his additional classes at school yesterday while Angah today.  They left home as early as 10 minutes shy of 8 o'clock in the morning, pretty much like ordinary school day.  No holiday for them means no holiday for us all.  They have major exams this year.  They have to learn the meaning of this word known as S.A.C.R.I.F.I.C.E.

Only Achik is enjoying the school holiday to the brim.  Well, she has just started school this year and not having any major exam.  In fact, she has just discovered that there is a much bigger play ground than her kindergarten compound :)

Everybody Goes to School

Crazy.  Four posts in 2014.  Three in 2015 and two in 2016.  What a waste of blog space :)

2017 certainly marks a new beginning.  Achik, my youngest little one, starts school.  Now the house is empty and in complete silence as early as 7 a.m.  Oh my.  How I miss those times when they were small and running about the house around the clock.

I know this time will come.  And there will be time when they have all grown up and perhaps leaving the house.  I shouldn't feel sad.  My mum has gone through the cycle.  So will I.  But I do have this feeling of emptiness.  Something that had gone, and will never come back.

Wish you all the best, Along, Angah & Achik.  I love you so much.

Apples of my eyes