Lunch and Expat wife syndrome

After my usual work with Swedenland & the Baltics - this morning started early early around 2am by a phone call from someone who did not know or remeber where I live - but tomorrow I get to sleep all the way until 5am - great - I decided to take a walk and have lunch somewhere between here and Friendship Heights. I found a nice Thai restaurant with tables outside.

However, moving that way inevitably made me listen to 3-ladies-who-lunch. The main conversation was about how much to spend on nails. I cut mine once a week or so, and that seems to work. They were talking several $100 for someone else to deal with them, and expressed a preference for toenails painted white. Not exactly what you need to hear whilst eating, but also a completely not my style.

Anyhow - after a nice meal of crispy duck with pineapple I continued to Friendship Heights in search of light bulbs & Dinner ingredients (no - I am not a desperate house-wife - I always cook dinner - Alastair deals with other things). What do I run in to? More Expat wives - one even speaking Swedish with her daughter, not thinking anyone would understand... The shops around there are all "Expat wife" scenery, expensive, exclusive, boring... but there is a bus station in the middle - can't believe any of them (except the Swedes) will take a bus anywhere. However there is a nice Chinese Restaurant, Whole Foods and a Wine Bar.