Post 5 – Where would I live
Some days that I would live anywhere else but here, then I slap myself, what am I insane! Am lucky to live in a reasonably safe country, Australia. I would never live anywhere but near our girls, we are family.
I quite fancy, especially since my dad is from Nottingham, I long to see the country he holds close to his heart. I can’t live there too expensive, too flipping cold, but I’d give it a go in a heartbeat. Except of course the bombings and stabbings, don’t fancy that as I suspect neither do they.
I hear so much from those that have travelled, the glorious country side, the hospitality, once again I would need to adjust the cold. I adore the accent, the humour, and well just about everything really. Not up on the news front with any violence they may have.
Can’t see myself grasping the spoken language, which I adore, I have found myself listening to the French news station and I go all gooey especially if a man is speaking to me with a French accent. Shocking violence lately that, that, country has had to endure, so not fair.
Who am I kidding, aren’t they broke?
Plenty of places I’d like to see, the movies do it justice. I like the Jazz, I love the magnificent farm houses and any movie with Dianne Keaton, so I’m sold on something that probably doesn’t actually exist. Just a pity about the guns don’t you think.
My dad would be very disappointed, something to do with the war. Every time I mention Italy, he grumbles what do you want to go there for.
Isn’t going to happen for many reasons, think I read too much about the holocaust, my loss I know.
The place I wouldn’t mind revisiting
Now the place where we want to live, doesn’t exist anymore. Our childhood. Progress is good though, right?
A time long ago when we
- Were not attached to an electronic device
- Had a pen pal
- Pasted stamps in your album
- Cut out paper dolls
- Your mum had options, could stay home, cooked, cleaned, made your clothes, and attended all assemblies
- Birthday celebrations were just with your immediate family with treats of fairy bread, sausage rolls, little red sausages, cheezels, jelly and ice cream, one glass of soft drink
- You had plenty of brothers and sisters (5/6 siblings wasn’t frowned upon)
- Spirograph, like your life depended on it or till your hand turned numb
- Skipped, hop scotched, jumped rope, bull rushed, slippery slid, tag, to name a few
- Watch your neighbour mow his lawns, rake all the clippings into a mini hill (cause your lawn was that big) gather the gang and run through, around and over his fresh hill, then watch as he had to rake it up again (patient man)
- Wander the streets from morning till dusk, unharmed (only came home for dinner)
- Met your mates in the park/quarry for a game of hide and seek
- Made nuisance phone calls from the local phone box (untraceable)
- Sat under the neighbours Feijoa tree trying not to be spotted, stuffing your faces (till they shouted at you)
- Pinched the banana/passionfruit from another neighbour, being chased away with the threat of being shot at
- Climbed onto the sewer pipe, high above the ground, sat and chatted, pretended not to be petrified
- Climbed out the bedroom window at night after your mate had tapped on your window to come out and roam the streets with her, then proceed to run through the neighbourhood back yards as there were no fences only low bushes (exercising)
- Hide in the bushes at night at the top of the driveway and make ghost sounds as innocent people passed by (killing yourself laughing)
- Walked to school without having to cross numerous traffic lights
- Jump into a neighbours car who offered you a lift as they were passing (even if they were but an acquaintance)
- Rang mum from a friends house to ask if you could stay over, on a whim
- Watching the Sunday 6pm Disney movie on TV, bedspread laid out, eating fish and chips from newspaper, smacking the bottom of the glass sauce bottle to get the last little bit out
- Being raised by a community
We survived, a time when life was less complicated, when my neighbour was my best friend, and we got up to innocent mischief, that my friends, are what my happiest memories are made of.
Next week, someone who fascinates you and why