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…]
Two months in and just thought I would share a few observations about la vida loca that is now our own!
Heat – yes it’s hot. Very very hot. But the heat seems to come as a daily surprise to the locals and they are always complaining about the heat. The temperature doesn’t vary much throughout the year; pretty much a steady 90 degrees daily but it does make the locals quite lazy, especially the school children. They certainly don’t want to do any PE (running about, I don’t think so!) so quite a few of them are overweight and if the fans are not working at school during one of our many daily power cuts then that presents the perfect excuse for downing pencils and going to sleep at their desk! Given that all the fans do is circulate the hot air their absence makes no/little difference to the temperature inside the concrete box that is the classroom. None of the kids or teachers walk to school (apart from us) even though most only live about 5 – 10 mins away. They all hop on the local taxi service – a motorbike or scooter complaining it is too hot to walk anywhere! [Read more…]