February was school camp time for both Alexander and Sarah with each off on different occasions to Dibba, and interesting city on the Arabian Sea that is actually partially located in the Fujairah and Sharjah emirates of the UAE as well as in Oman (where the school camp was). Plenty of hiking, kayaking and rock climbing as you can see here with Alexander.
Okay, we promised you "some surprising news about Melissa" in the last blog and we can't keep you waiting any longer. Melissa is back in the professional work force (yes, yes, she was already working in her unpaid Executive Vice President of Home Affairs for so long in so many locations for so few...). However the call came from the plastics and chemical industry of her past and she is now the part-time Communication & Committees Coordinator for the Gulf Petrochemicals & Chemicals Association (
www.gpca.org.ae). Has fitted seemlessly back into the corporate world and by all reports is having a great time.
Speaking of jobs, Tony has been as busy as ever with his negotiations on behalf of the Sadara JV with a lot of travel. However the planned completion of this work by mid-2013 seems to be on track and so it seems likely that his secondment will end then and he will be returning to Dow in a new role. Stay tuned for more on this in the coming months.
That brings us onto our final subject of Poems -- one each from Sarah and Alexander from recent school assignments. Perhaps we'll let the readers guess which poem is from whom.
BLOOD WORLD
If every drop of blood could be seen
The world would be red, with a fiery sheen
Blood from animals
Blood from men, alive and dead
All this taken, from red seeping wounds
Would stain the world red, not blue
Blood in the ground, blood in the sky
All this blood as red as wine
Blood on the hands of people, young and old
Making their hearts as hard as stone
All this blood spilt, in pointless battles for land and for sea
Severing souls from red bodies
Think of this and ask youself:
What would it be if the blood was seen?
AFTER DARK
The lights are turned off; a key clicks in the lock
“The library is now closed”, everything has stopped
Amongst all the bookshelves, everything is dark
From day to night the contrast is stark
But out from the darkness shapes take mould
As all of the characters come out from their folds
Long John Silver is swaggering around
His boots make a menacing clicking sound
Up comes Harry Potter who’s left Ron
And strikes up a conversation with Long John
“I believe you owe me money” says he
“Alice got lost again” He smiles with glee
Meanwhile in the corner, all the princesses stand,
Snow White, Sleeping Beauty and the rest of the band
Waiting for Prince Charming to come to the rescue
Unfortunately he’s had to go to the loo
“Look,” He cries is utter dismay
“You’re gonna have to save yourselves today!”
Peter Pan is on the ceiling fan again
Eating bread he stole from the Little Red Hen
“Peter there are crumbs all over the floor”
“Wendy you sweep them up, I find that a bore”
Wendy replies with a glare and a frown
So fierce that it scared a nearby circus clown
Then we hear a scream from over the shelf
“Shirr Khan has got me! Help! Help!”
Everyone rushes over to see
It’s the little girl from The BFG
“Now Shirr Khan, You need to stop doing that!”
Scolds the man with the many hats
Meanwhile, Ariel’s sitting in a corner, she’s shy
She never seems to talk, no one knows why
Sherlock Holmes is on a very hot trail
To find out what happened to Jack and Jill’s pail
And Thomas and The little engine that could
Are having a debate on the best kinds of wood
George Washington has left his biography
To watch a game that’s happening, of rugby league
It’s the monsters versus the fairies tonight
And Frankenstein’s monster has put us a good fight
The evil witches are cheering, though we’re not quite sure for who
Tinkerbelle is tackled, “That’s a foul!” shouts Baloo
But soon sun begins to rise
And the characters to back to their books, alphabetised
“See you tomorrow,” whispers Dr Watson
Smiling at one of the girls from Jane Austen
As all the characters go back to their beds
To plant all their stories in people’s heads