Steff and nonsense

Over Christmas I sent some festive messages to various friends I've not been brilliant at keeping in touch with. One particular Met Officer, claims I've not emailed him for about 3 years. Oopps. What a good friend I am. Anyway, his email back made me laugh:

I know I know you don't hear from me for years and then you get two emails in a day !!!

well since I last spoke to you I have gone into stalker mode and googled you...I didn't know any one person could have so many bikini shots on the internet ( I'm joking obviously :) ), but I did find your wonderful steffgaulter.com...now I apologise if there are mistakes in this email but my vision has gone blurry after reading three years of blog...

now onto a few questions...do you still have to go to the mechanics now and then to sort out your rattle :)or has the aerial stayed tight, I can't believe you called me a pygmy ( a little man who observes the weather !! ), have you drank all those pg tips yet or do you need some more sending out, I assume the septic lips have recovered...lovely image though :), and seriously how is "killer" the dog ( as he hasn't appeared on your blog often !!! ) ?

it is a quiet morning here as you can guess...even though we have had snow ( white stuff, falls out of clouds when its cold :) ), anyway I better get back to work as my emails have now been far longer than yours so I am going on strike :)

Pete

p.s. an apology though as your newly re-instated official stalker I apologise for leaving my Jimmy Jumper there :)...(did you ever find out whose it was...or is it not unusual to find males clothes strewn around your house and not remember where they came from :) :) )

I realised his questions maybe puzzling other people too. So, to answer your questions:
The aerial's fine, you are a pygmy, my parents kindly replenish my PG Tips stash when they visit, lips and Killer both fine, and no, I never found out whose that jumper was...

Now you'll all have to excuse me, as I have to dash. I'm currently sitting here with the shower running as I have a leak, which only occurs when the non-English-speaking plumber's not here. I am trying to find out what causes it. So far I've eliminated the plug / drain, or the walls of the shower. I now need to get in it to discover if it's simply a weight-related issue. I have a feeling that this is really going to test my sign-language skills...

It's now cold in Doha. Well, I say cold, it's hardly Iceland, but we are struggling to reach 20C and for us that's positively Arctic. So, it's chilly, which means it's sporty season. There's the Qatar Masters (golf) on at the moment, and a few weeks ago it was the Qatar Open Tennis.

One of the nicest things about Doha is that it's easy to see these events. I remember queuing up for Wimbledon twice: once I got heatstroke, and the other time it was throwing it down and there was no play at all. Here you simply buy tickets in advance and show up...who'd have thought it could be that easy.







We had a slight error for the final and got the start time wrong. We turned up just in time for this:



Yes, we'd missed the entire match, and arrived just in time to see the trophies being handed out. Oh well, there's always next year!