... here's this poor Qatari woman, driving down the road as she normally does, and using whatever part of it she feels like using as it is, after all, her road, when she is overtaken by someone in a car who is obviously not Qatari and therefore beneath contempt, who has the audacity to honk at her. Now let's consider ...... this woman more than likely has no job, no outlet for any creative dreams that may have spirited across her consciousness as a young (pre-Abaya) girl, and the biggest thing she has to worry about now is how many maids to take shopping with her (will she have two bags of shopping or four?), and whether or not the latest gaudy jewellery plonked on her diabetic hand (too much chocolate - eaten through sheer boredom) has more diamonds on it than her friend's. She has a husband who only has sex with her in order to produce more spoiled, inconsiderate, rude, uncultured brats (and whom she assumes, probably correctly, has at least one girlfriend of a different race, culture, disposition and, dare I say, is more than likely in possession of a much more attractive figure than hers), and her contemporaries lead exactly the same life as her.

Wouldn't you use any excuse to brighten up your day, even if it involved a trip to the police station?

And if anyone has taken offence at what I have written, then I am truly and humbly apologetic. No really, I am. Honest. Scout's honour?