Living The Dream – Episode 1!

How many times have you heard the chastisement, “Don’t believe everything you hear!” or “Well, we don’t do that in our house …” or even “You are so gullible!”  Time worn phrases, each one, usually fired by all- knowing, all-wise mothers.  We spent years listening to these (and many other) stock phrases and, when our turn came, repeated them with equal gravity and logic.  We repeated them, but did we ever really learn to live by them? 

I admit that I enjoy a home relocation or renovation television programme as much as anyone.  It’s marvellous to see folk, with vision and enthusiasm, rescue dilapidated piles and/or relocate to Bonga Bonga with only half a litre of milk, twenty pence and a glint in their eye.  Within forty minutes (TV programmes are on a tight schedule!), every wreck is converted – or almost, every obstacle is overcome – with laudable high spirits, and every family is healthier, wealthier and wiser for the whole experience.  In fact, it is all so logical and simple we all know that it is the only way to be truly happy.

Where, oh where, is a sensible level-headed mother when you need one?  (Oh yes, we’re supposed to be that person, remember?)

I’ve done it!  Our whole family has left a warm, watertight, wonderful home in the city.  We have headed hundreds of miles further north and swapped our savings, our security and (it may be argued), our sanity for an unloved Victorian pile with original features.  Original features include single-glazed windows, archaic plumbing, ‘70s carpets, inadequate heating, antiquated bathroom fittings and a hole in the roof!

The boiler is often inexplicable, some of the children are delighted and others depressed, there have been 2 floods already – and we have only been here for 2 days.  The budget is miniscule, the kitchen is unusable, we’re camping in one of the reception rooms, but we adults are ecstatic.

We know that all will be well, because everyone else is doing it and in 40-ish minutes, everything will be perfect!

  

Thanks for the Memories

Thank you for the gifts, of course. Yet, thank you most for your years of friendship. City living has been a real education. The energising bustle and rainbow hues of the folk, the freedom and the urban philosophies have made youth interesting, exciting and eventful. A new phase of life beckons. With recession, job losses and changing visions abounding, one needs to adapt too. Looking forward to a healthier pace, more activity and carefully defined living; the making of fresh memories is an enticing prospect. Next week, God willing, we will share some of our first steps.

Religious Festivals

Did you know that Chinese New Year was last week and we are now in the Year of the Rabbit?  I know, courtesy of an English education system which, in many cases, appears to have crossed the line between dissemination of information and active religious observance.  Goodbye reasoned respect; hello proselytism!

Do our children need to celebrate religious festivals other than their own, and only then if they hail from a religious family?  Surely, there is something akin to religious globalisation afoot when generations of individuals, originating from a myriad of cultures, ethnic groups and language streams, are actively encouraged to participate in this uniformly hybrid movement.  Are we not alarmed by the reality of legalised indoctrination, thinly cloaked as forward-thinking, state-funded religious education? 

And what benefit does it have in any case?  Are we as a society more peaceful, well integrated, wiser and happier as a result?  Have racism, bigotry, tokenism and xenophobia ceased to exist?  Has suspicion been superseded by serenity, violence by virtue and insularity by invaluableness?

I didn’t think so, but Happy Chinese New Year anyway!