It’s 1973. Jimmy Saville has yet to tell us to “Clunk Click Every Trip”. We are still waiting for Rolf Harris to tell us that we must teach our children to swim (“kids and water, they love it”, remember?). The Green Cross Code Man has not yet told us we must “First find a safe place to cross then stop….”. Leslie Crowther has convinced our mums that Stork SB is much tastier than butter. New born babies are brought home from hospital on the back seat of Ford Cortinas in their mother’s arms or in carrycots in the foot wells of Morris Marinas. We can drink as much as we like and then hop in the car and drive home – why not? No need to wear a crash helmet on a motorbike (gives you a very bad case of “hat hair”) . The “Keep Britain Tidy” campaign has not been launched yet –and presumably, if necessity is the mother of invention, we were happily dropping our litter everywhere. [Read more…]
On Sunday we went to a Dominican house in a town 60 km from here called Samana. The house was 70 years old and made of wood. It was the house where our friend Ana Luz lived from 4 to 19 years old (she’s now 53).
The house was in the country down a rocky road that was very bumpy indeed. It had no tarmac and was made of rubble.
It had a tin roof that had holes in and there were big gaps between the walls and the roof. The windows had no glass and no shutters so when it rains the rain comes into the house. It was painted blue. [Read more…]
Hi Matt & Ben here,
We have been doing a project on the main differences between a school in the Dominican Republic and a school in England.
(Las differencias principales entre un colegio en la Repulica Dominicana y una escuela en Inglaterra)
We wrote a list of them: [Read more…]