Poked, Prodded and drained

Going back the way, before leaving Cyprus my beloved had to get a full work medical this involved multiple tests, ECG, auditory and all manner of blood, urine and the obligatory drug tests, these tests allowed him to begin work in KSA, then we both flew back to the UK for more medicals for our Iqama which involved for myself a little bleed, a little pee and a few questions, my beloved had pretty much the same, then he jetted back to Saudi for his last leg of the Iqama residency process.  So fast forward 2 and a half months to January and I am now in country and beginning my own Iqama process and more medicals.  My medical involved a very nice lady taking a picture of my chest, another lady taking a gallon of blood from my arm, a pee sample being passed and exchanged for a piece of paper, think I was the lucky one in that exchange, and then ...(apologies in advance) poop sample..... I don't know about you but I cannot poop on command, so I had to take the little pot with the red lid home until nature called.  I have been trying to figure out why anyone would need a poop sample for a residency visa, but mine is not to wonder why so they say. Oh yeah and I just remembered whilst we were waiting for the chest x-ray we were given fig roll biscuits, maybe they were hoping that would help with the nature on demand business, well it might had I eaten them, but hell no, I definitely don't eat that kind of carbs, we graciously excepted them and put them in my bag.....had they offered carrot cake I would have been compelled to eat it as it would have been just plain rude to refuse carrot cake.

Look at this baby I have been after one of these since forever, well at least since my beloved and I have been together

My beautiful new food processor

The courgettes I used for practice

and finally I purchased it, after much deliberating I settled on the brand I required and then headed to the supermarket for some food to chop. 

We have taken Stitch for a walk along the sea front, throwing his lead for him to chase, Stitch has three favourite toys, one orange ball found at Limassol beach probably dropped but a young child or baby and the other two are not even toys they are leads wrapped into knots that he just loves to chase, he will also carry them where ever he goes should the fancy take him, so today we threw his lead for him and he raced off to fetch it, occasionally having his head turned by a butterfly that past his line of vision, and then he would chase that too.

We have had our first visitors too (well since I arrived), a couple of old buddies from way back when, one Sheila and Jockess and a very pleasant evening unfolded with the visitors amusing Stitch and Stitch returning the compliment, he really is so much better with people now, in fact he even has young children knocking at the door for him to go out and play now....

Found this fella in the towel department 

His

Hers, not that I will be driving anytime soon