By Nell Fenton and Charlotte Bailey Published: 10:55AM GMT 17 Feb 2010
Sister act: B�n�dicte Newland (left), alias the expat mother Nell Fenton, lives in Abu Dhabi; her real-life sibling Pascale Smets, aka the permanently busy Charlotte Bailey, lives in LondonNell
Sister2Sister: cheese strings in the freezer and an art book on lesbianism Sister2Sister: a car crash and a trip to the gym Sister2Sister: theological questions, forks and a rat Sister2Sister: Dune surfing, rugby and Chanel Sister2Sister: I"ve got that sinking feeling as Ollie swallows two magnets Sister 2 Sister: facts of middle-ageJosie is amazed. Her friend Jim, who was due for an upgrade on his mobile declined the fancy touch screen model and went instead for a large red, brick-like version, that is both a phone and a flashlight and can make and receive calls underwater. She"s taking the narrow view that it"s not very useful since you can"t talk underwater. Jim, unaffected by her lack of imagination, has been proudly storing his phone in a glass of water to demonstrate its waterproof properties.
Charlotte
Surely this phone is the answer to your prayers given your maid"s propensity for putting phones in the washing machine?
Nell
George has announced that he wants to be a sportsman when he grows up. When I asked what sport he said "all of them", which I think is an excellent ambition. Speaking of which, we had school sports day yesterday (has to be in winter so the heat doesn"t blow your head off). What I found touching was the line-up of nannies filming the events for those doting parents who didn"t fancy the 8am start.
Charlotte
Am such an idiot. I agreed to go to a workshop with Fran this evening, before she told me it was called "Breathe Through Your Soul". Have just been emailed and told to bring water, blankets and a cushion. At least I might get to have a snooze.
Nell
Or prepare for a home birth? Rob and Ollie have gone off on their ski trip they"ve texted to say they"ve arrived and it"s really cold. I drilled them both beforehand on how many layers they should wear and in what order, and just texted to remind them to put three layers under their fleeces. Ollie texted back to say ""did I mean for skiing?"" My heart sinks. How was the workshop?
Charlotte
Evening started with Fran and I inadvertently gatecrashing an AA meeting (had wrong room number). Should"ve stayed, they looked much saner than the heavy breathers we found at our workshop. We had to stand in a circle doing loud, moaning breathing, then shut our eyes and walk around the room, rubbing backs against the nearest person (a mad vegetarian with nits, probably). Next we had to bump into each other and "melt".
When we were finally allowed to do what we wanted, I lay on my blanket and tried to sleep, but a nutter kept screaming and then the "teacher" started kissing my forehead and said I mustn"t believe all the bad things people said about me and I must hug myself. So that was three hours of my life I"ll never get back.
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