Tel Aviv, today. Not a rocket in the sky.

As we continue to update readers on life in Israel under rocket fire, part four of The Algemeiner’s “British girl in Tel Aviv” diary is posted below. Part one can be read here, part 2 is here, and part 3 is here.

A boring day is just what we’d been hoping for! Although it began with jumping out of bed as if I’d a rocket up my bottom, for I heard a siren, but soon realized it was not the forewarning of an explosion kind.

How terribly embarrassing I thought, climbing straight back in.

When I awoke for the second time, a more civilized hour and having slept off my shame; birdsong was abound and sunshine effervescent. Careful not to get carried away, with thoughts of peace and perfection, I went about my routine – although as if treading on eggshells – aware that any moment, (and as I’ve discovered it’s normally those most embarrassing!) a siren can sound and I’m no longer of sound mind.

Although hesitant to say it, since this day still has two hours remaining, we have had no disturbances. Just from friends taking exception to my frivolous play on words, Hamas, Harm us and Hummus. Had they tasted my lunch today, they would agree the hummus was to die for!

The author is a photographer from London, her website is: www.karabieber.com.