Easter Sunday

An ordinary working day.. life in the Gulf, life in a Muslim country. I haven’t always had to work on Easter Sunday, depends on my teaching schedule. And I think last year it was my weekend and I had lunch with friends. Oh well... I had the little eggs with my morning coffee, messaged friends and worked on the Exec report. I’d been asked if I knew how to write one. I do, I haven’t always been a teacher. I designed it, M called for content and I edit the English for there’s only one other native speaker. I treated myself to takeaway - Persian grill, delicious pomegranate salad, bread and dips. Yum!
Messaged the apartment owner to say I wasn’t going to stay, couldn’t commit to 3 months. Oh, you can stay month by month. I advised I found something else.
So that was Easter, in lockdown.