More summertime memories of growing up in Kirkuk and Basra, Iraq
- Looking up from supper on the verandah to see a hoopoe in the bushes.
- The flurry of coloured rosettes on the wheels of passing bicycles.
- The glow of the brazier where the man poured roasted melon seeds and chick peas into paper cones.
- Oil flares belching out smoke and fire as we drove across the desert in the dark.
- The bitter lemon taste of sumac spice on lamp kebobs that Zayah cooked over a charcoal fire in the courtyard of our house.
- The day the locusts came.
- Going fishing with Dad in the mountains.
- Doing handstands against the classroom wall at school.
- A new bangle.
- 'Inheriting' my favourite teacher Miss Flintham's teddy bear Edward.
- Waiting on the hot tarmac with my fingers threaded through the mesh fence as we waited for my sister Judith to arrive from England.
- Steven being told off for talking Pidgin English, rather than Arabic, to the gardener.