About 6 months ago, just before I had J (H being 2 1/2), my husband (A) floated the notion of our moving from the UK to Islamabad for work. In the haze of pregnancy it seemed a good idea and so last January we arrived in Islamabad.
Our flight took us fresh from a blizzard in the UK to glorious sunshine. Since then I’ve been trying to keep the schadenfreude down to a minimum, knowing that as the thermometer cranks up here it’ll be coming back to bite me on the bottom. H loves the sun and is slowing going a dirty brown colour, some of which doesn’t come off in the bath. J has his father’s Irish colouring and I spend most of my time trying to stop him going pink. Islamabad has been the big surprise though. Who’d have thought it would have some properly top notch coffee shops. Not me. I’ve embarked upon a detailed study of all things food, child and fun-related. This blog is about our adventures, misadventures and just dealing with life with 2 little chaps (H and J) in a completely different culture.