Thursday, 16 May 2013

Peace Comes Dropping Slow


A lifetime of 'dropping slow'.

Culture Shock

I finally made it down to Devon and I spent my first week in wide-eyed amazement and gratitude at the two elderly gents on the street who tipped their hats as they wished me a Good Morning and the neighbours who popped by to wish me well and offer help in the move.  To paraphrase: 'Suki, we're  not in London anymore'.  I think I may have found a corner of England in this foreign field.  A redoubt?

A great deal has happened in the past two weeks; the sky has fallen and the press have been all over it.  I don't think I've heard anything else on Radio4 (the only news station I've been able to access until now) apart from the retirement of a football manager and how it would be disastrous if we left the EU.  It's all a Conservative split, of course, and nothing to do with the people of this nation wanting a say in how their country is run.  Lord, how I despise politics and its spin.  At the risk of sounding serious I'll tell you that Torbay has a LibDem MP (Adrian Sanders) and a Conservative MEP (Giles Chichester).

Where I live, Wellswood, has its own 'village' shops and is a short bus ride from the harbour.  Everything is local, if you can afford it, even the Co-op.  After a week of only being able to limp to the kitchen to make a cup of tea, my back was better by Sunday morning so I went to buy papers and milk.  At the checkout:

"You don't look very happy; are you alright?"

My culture shock went into hyper-drive as I smiled and fumbled apologies for my 'London face'.

More later.
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