My 16 year old son, Dan, was failing at school in the UK, his grades were low and his behaviour record was appalling. Is it all his fault?
So what’s the worse thing you can do to a child who’s not behaving themselves at school, take them out and home ed, additional lessons after school, change schools…we looked into all 3 options and ended up going into the school on a regular basis and ask what they were doing to address the problem. It became clear that the school weren’t interested in Dan and his future despite full support from us his parents…’why do you do this dan?’ ‘what do you intend to get out of it?’ ‘Do you want to end up on benefits, no job, no life?’
It fell on death ears, but doesn’t it always? Behaviour spilt over into home life and things were pretty awful for a while.
‘What do you want to do Dan?’ ‘Dunno’ with a shrug of the shoulders
Dan loves his sport and his incentive was to go to school for years 12 & 13 with Birmingham City Community department aged 16-18, play football and study for a level 3 qualification. All he had to do was work as hard as he was capable off, stay out of trouble and get 5 grades c’ to get a place.
To support this, I made many trips to school to ask them what they were planning to do to support Dan in school, address his behaviour, with us supporting the school. T school did very little, they labelled Dan a bully, a class clown…(see previous posts for other issues) and basically tried to ignore him as much as possible. In fact the school were so supportive that when we announced we were moving to South Africa the school report they sent said ‘we have concerns that Dan will not be able to adapt to a new environment at such a crucial time in his education’ (he was due to sit GCSE’s this May/June) How would they know he can’t adapt to change, he had the same form tutor and subject teachers for the 5 yrs he’s been in the school.
So we came to South Africa 5 months before his GCSE’s moved him away from his friends, his football and every thing he knows, moved him to the other side of the world, threw him into private school, 48 hrs after we arrived, made him wear short trousers and a tank top and left him to it….
Problems?…nah you’ve got to be joking, ok so there have been a few little issues for example the education system is much different here and advanced compared to the UK, he drew the line at wearing speedos for swimming (don’t blame him he’s 16) he immersed himself in school cricket team, plays football 3 times a week in Pretoria and is a model pupil in school…..
So how did all of this happen, why the change in Dan? Well I believe to change the behaviour, you need to change the environment…a bit extreme some of you may say, it could have all gone wrong, but preparation, preparation, preparation has made for a smooth transition, but the biggest help of all (see previous post) is being somewhere where people want to work, want to do well, where there are no state benefits if you don’t do well in school, in a country with positive role models not unashamed public wealth and so called celebs making a fortune from sleeping with footballers, singing on talent shows, excessive partying…don’t get me wrong it does go on here, it’s just for adults and those that can afford it by working hard, not a free for all society.
Saturday, 19 February 2011
What are you doing to help yourself?
UK, France, Germany, Sweden and US are Welfare states – a model of provision by the state, social protection delivered in conjunction with government, independent, voluntary and autonomous public services.
Outside of the above countries there is little and often no financial support available if you do not work and provide for yourself.
We have visited many countries without welfare assistance and in these countries these people work bloody hard, long hours and with little pay to survive and I mean survive...not sit back, claim benefits and moan at how the government aren’t providing them with jobs from the comfort of their social housing, with Sky on a 42inch flat screen TV. Now I know people can’t always control their circumstances and do not choose to live like this, but I don’t think anyone knows the full meaning of poverty until they have experienced it.
In Turkey, Tunisia and Egypt, poverty is rife. I’m discussing these countries as I have visited and seen some of it 1st hand. Begging in these countries can be aggressive, but I’ve only been to the tourist areas where no doubt they ‘play’ on the emotions of the tourist with their spare cash and feelings of guilt, they will grab your bags at the airport in exchange for a few pence to take them to your tourist bus or follow you around with hands open, mainly kids just asking for money till you give them some to go away and take your guilt with them.
Now I am seeing things differently, living in South Africa there is poverty here and the people are very gracious about it. We pass a man every morning living in a tree, he roles his blanket up every morning at 6.30am and goes to work, he stands at the traffic lights with a selection of phone chargers, tax disc holders and tights and walks up and down the stationary cars, just holding them aloft, not trying to get people to pity him, not pestering for you to buy his stuff, just doing a job and people wind down their windows and buy things from him. There’s the woman on the side of the road near the school, who sets up her stall around the same time and lights a fire in a large drum on which she BBQs sweet corn all day, she sells mainly to the domestic servants at the end of the day on their way home from work and passes by in their cars stop and buy.
Did you know there’s a minimum wage for domestic servants depending on whether they’re full or part time, they have maternity and paternity rights and the average wage is approximately 90p an hour. They work in our big houses from 6am often walking many miles to get there and back and return late at night to their tin roof houses where the rain comes in.
So next time you sit back and complain about how unfair life is and how no one is doing anything to help you, just ask yourself this question... ’what are you doing to help yourself?’
Outside of the above countries there is little and often no financial support available if you do not work and provide for yourself.
We have visited many countries without welfare assistance and in these countries these people work bloody hard, long hours and with little pay to survive and I mean survive...not sit back, claim benefits and moan at how the government aren’t providing them with jobs from the comfort of their social housing, with Sky on a 42inch flat screen TV. Now I know people can’t always control their circumstances and do not choose to live like this, but I don’t think anyone knows the full meaning of poverty until they have experienced it.
In Turkey, Tunisia and Egypt, poverty is rife. I’m discussing these countries as I have visited and seen some of it 1st hand. Begging in these countries can be aggressive, but I’ve only been to the tourist areas where no doubt they ‘play’ on the emotions of the tourist with their spare cash and feelings of guilt, they will grab your bags at the airport in exchange for a few pence to take them to your tourist bus or follow you around with hands open, mainly kids just asking for money till you give them some to go away and take your guilt with them.
Now I am seeing things differently, living in South Africa there is poverty here and the people are very gracious about it. We pass a man every morning living in a tree, he roles his blanket up every morning at 6.30am and goes to work, he stands at the traffic lights with a selection of phone chargers, tax disc holders and tights and walks up and down the stationary cars, just holding them aloft, not trying to get people to pity him, not pestering for you to buy his stuff, just doing a job and people wind down their windows and buy things from him. There’s the woman on the side of the road near the school, who sets up her stall around the same time and lights a fire in a large drum on which she BBQs sweet corn all day, she sells mainly to the domestic servants at the end of the day on their way home from work and passes by in their cars stop and buy.
Did you know there’s a minimum wage for domestic servants depending on whether they’re full or part time, they have maternity and paternity rights and the average wage is approximately 90p an hour. They work in our big houses from 6am often walking many miles to get there and back and return late at night to their tin roof houses where the rain comes in.
So next time you sit back and complain about how unfair life is and how no one is doing anything to help you, just ask yourself this question... ’what are you doing to help yourself?’
Wednesday, 16 February 2011
I NEED to make some friends.
I’m really enjoying life here in South Africa, at the moment we are in basic rented accommodation, one small TV, no telephone or internet....we have pay as you go phones and a dongle but the speed is slow and the cost is high, family can’t contact us as promised and the kids haven’t been able to keep in touch with the UK as promised either. But three weeks with this lack of technology is starting to suit us. The kids have been able to play games on their laptops and DSI light, but even now they are losing interest it that...the boys have made friends very quickly in their new school and joined every club available. They are sociable children and make friends easily. There have been quite a few rows in the early days while they adapted to their new life, but this wasn’t due to lack of technology alone this was mostly down to our accommodation. Since the middle of December the kids have been sharing a room at their Dad’s or staying at our house in the UK without any furniture or sharing a bed in the flat in Manchester for 2 weeks prior to coming to SA. Now we are spending more time as a family, watching football on the telly or the discovery channels (they’re the only programmes we all agree on) we are having a Braai every other night, going out for picnics on weekends, we go to bed tired and relaxed every night by 9pm and the children are playing football 3 evenings a week in Pretoria, while Peter and I sit and watch them whilst chatting. There are cricket matches in the week we enjoy also.
Life here is more about family.
However, I need to meet people now. It’s been hard work trying to buy cars, rent a house, sort out bank accounts without any help and not having the internet and a phone has made it harder. So I went to a nail bar this week, I don’t normally do that sort of thing, but I met 2 lovely women, Tshego (pronounced sayho) and Celline...we have swopped phone numbers and will be meeting up next week for lunch.
Life here is more about family.
However, I need to meet people now. It’s been hard work trying to buy cars, rent a house, sort out bank accounts without any help and not having the internet and a phone has made it harder. So I went to a nail bar this week, I don’t normally do that sort of thing, but I met 2 lovely women, Tshego (pronounced sayho) and Celline...we have swopped phone numbers and will be meeting up next week for lunch.
Sunday, 13 February 2011
Do you ever get these phone calls?
Every time I go out the bloody phone rings within a few minutes and I’m greeted with ‘Mum, can I have......?
Today’s phone call was as follows:
Dan: ‘Mum there’s a lizard in my pants drawer’
Me: ‘There’s a snake in my boots’
Dan: ‘Not funny Mum, what do I do?’
Me: ‘Catch it and put it outside’
Dan: ‘How do I do that?’
Me: ‘I don’t know’
Call ends
Phone rings
Dan: ‘I tried to catch it, but it’s now in my sock drawer’
Me: ‘There’s a snake in my boots’
*Dan hangs up*
How do you know what questions you need to ask?
Part of the preparation of moving to South Africa was to go to HSBC, The World’s International Bank, to open an international bank account, however, they do not have a branch in South Africa, (they have an agent) but they can assist us with off shore banking. Ok so we still need banking in the UK for when we finally sell the car and get tenants in the house, we have to pay for buildings and life insurances. We need to be able to get credit in SA and at some point may require to take our money out of SA as and when we decide to return to the UK.
Account opened, details received for the off shore account so we can pay Peter’s salary into it and all fees discussed and understood, agent will be able to assist in setting up an account in SA, all good so far?....er no
So we arrive in SA and call the agent for HSBC in Sandton, need to open an account with Nedbank...on your own...so armed with er..visas, passports and copy of Peter’s contract we head off to Nedbank...no proof of address, we’re in rented accommodation, paid for by the company, so return the next day with rental agreement...it’s in the company’s name not ours...return the following day with rental agreement in joint names......so now all paperwork is in place...return to Nedbank...next hurdle...joint bank accounts don’t exist and as I don’t have an income Peter has to give permission for me to have my own account...return to bank two days later to collect credit cards, internet banking details, logged in transfer of money from Peter’s account to mine and PIN’s set (five digit PINs here).
Then there was the slight problem with setting up the payments to the offshore...the plan was salary paid into Jersey then set amount transferred back in Nedbank, SA...set fee...arhhh, but...as HSBC don’t have a branch in SA there is an additional charge payable through the correspondence branch in Sandton...who, please note, have not assisted us so far.
So what have HSBC done for us as a Premier customer?....they cancelled my UK card due to unusual activity on the account...mmmmmm we’re in SA, please see above for why THAT isn’t unusual. We’ve made a complaint, but all we got was HSBC informing me that the information we were given was correct, we weren’t disputing that, we were disputing the fact, that not once, at any point did anyone point out to us, that because HSBC do not have a branch in SA, that all the benefits of being a Premier Customer as
1. Discussed in the bank. 2. In the shiny brochures given to us. 3. On the internet.
DO NOT apply if they DO NOT have a branch in the country you are moving to that the account WILL NOT be suitable for us.
So, Yes, we now know what questions to ask, but we didn’t 3 weeks ago when we arrived and we didn’t 6 weeks prior to that when we went to HSBC. So thanks for nothing.
Account opened, details received for the off shore account so we can pay Peter’s salary into it and all fees discussed and understood, agent will be able to assist in setting up an account in SA, all good so far?....er no
So we arrive in SA and call the agent for HSBC in Sandton, need to open an account with Nedbank...on your own...so armed with er..visas, passports and copy of Peter’s contract we head off to Nedbank...no proof of address, we’re in rented accommodation, paid for by the company, so return the next day with rental agreement...it’s in the company’s name not ours...return the following day with rental agreement in joint names......so now all paperwork is in place...return to Nedbank...next hurdle...joint bank accounts don’t exist and as I don’t have an income Peter has to give permission for me to have my own account...return to bank two days later to collect credit cards, internet banking details, logged in transfer of money from Peter’s account to mine and PIN’s set (five digit PINs here).
Then there was the slight problem with setting up the payments to the offshore...the plan was salary paid into Jersey then set amount transferred back in Nedbank, SA...set fee...arhhh, but...as HSBC don’t have a branch in SA there is an additional charge payable through the correspondence branch in Sandton...who, please note, have not assisted us so far.
So what have HSBC done for us as a Premier customer?....they cancelled my UK card due to unusual activity on the account...mmmmmm we’re in SA, please see above for why THAT isn’t unusual. We’ve made a complaint, but all we got was HSBC informing me that the information we were given was correct, we weren’t disputing that, we were disputing the fact, that not once, at any point did anyone point out to us, that because HSBC do not have a branch in SA, that all the benefits of being a Premier Customer as
1. Discussed in the bank. 2. In the shiny brochures given to us. 3. On the internet.
DO NOT apply if they DO NOT have a branch in the country you are moving to that the account WILL NOT be suitable for us.
So, Yes, we now know what questions to ask, but we didn’t 3 weeks ago when we arrived and we didn’t 6 weeks prior to that when we went to HSBC. So thanks for nothing.
Saturday, 12 February 2011
Meals on Wheels
Man mauled to death by Cheetah
I was in the school shop beginning of the week, when a pupil walked in and asked
Pupil: ‘has anyone heard what happened to the cyclist in Brits?’ (20miles from here)
Me: ‘NO’
Pupil: ‘well, he was riding his bike when a Cheetah pounced on him and mauled him to death, I
want to know where the Cheetah came from?’
Me: ‘well yes, I too would be asking that question if I wasn’t in South Africa’
Pupil: ‘oh yeah’
This is what happens when you drink too much
Quick kids, there’s a snake in the garden
Ok so wine had been drunk, it was dusk and we are in South Africa, but really Peter you thought this was a snake?...lol
School Discos the same the world over
New School
New Country
New Girlfriend
It’s the schools V Ball tonight, doesn’t he look smart?
Girls on the left, boys on the right and all the parents and teachers in the middle...it’s the same wherever you are in the world...school disco’s.
When will all of this stop being new?
Well not yet at least. Everything we see and do is either amazing or a challenge. So many of you are encouraging of my blog, to be honest I thought you’d all be bored by now reading it and I thought I’d stop having anything of interest to say, but that’s not the case.
Today we went to Cullinan, where some of the world’s largest diamonds have been found. It is still a working mine and unfortunately we arrived too late for the tour but we had a lovely picnic and walk round a tiny village built in 1903.
This is not a secure area, other than the type of security you’d expect to see at a diamond mine anywhere in the world. But it was a safe area, we were free to wander around and realised that this was the type of thing we were missing. More time in the country for us. I mooched around the antique shops (junk) and Peter and I sampled some local ales brewed at the back of a cafe.
While Peter was out the back discussing the micro brewery with the owner, the kids sat out front having a drink and I walked over the road to take this picture. I ended up flat on my arse on the ground, as I stood on a pile of acorns and in cartoon style, not very gracefully, tried to maintain my balance...as I sat there trying to gain some composure, I was pelted from above by yet more acorns.
Wednesday, 9 February 2011
Guest post by my son Dan
My experience of a cricket ball hitting me in the neck.
Yes you did read the title correctly. I was hit by a cricket ball in the throat on Saturday 5th February. One of the scariest days of my life.
I’d just hit a four and the bowler was making jokes about me being a ‘Pomme’. Harry Potter as we called him, who had just hit 140 runs with the bat walked back to his marker. This was the start of hell for me. As he ran towards me I sensed something wasn’t right with this delivery.
I planted my front forward and then boom; the ball clipped the top of my bat and went straight into my throat. All I can remember at this point was the ball hitting me then opening my eyes and next thing I know im on the floor and there must of been about 10 people surrounding me, covering my face from the sun. I was struggling to breathe and an Ambulance was called immediately! I was hyper ventilating, which basically means that I had too much CO2 in my lungs, this also causes your hands to tighten up. Just before the Ambulance arrived Marc and some other people tried to take my helmet off. The pain was unbearable!! So they quickly stopped. Still struggling to breathe I can remember asking if someone could call my parents. And saying that I just want my Dad...Oh and that im struggling to breathe...
Once the ambulance had arrived they put a needle into my veins to supply me with painkillers, an oxygen mask over my nose and mouth. At this point the paramedics were jabbing me with needles all over my body to see if I could feel any of them...which I could not. I can clearly remember that all they kept saying to me was to slow my breathing down, easier said than done to be honest.
After a few long minutes of lying on the floor it was time to move me to the ambulance. This was the worst pain ever!! They put a neck brace onto me, rolled me onto my side and then boy did I scream loudly!! I was told that you could hear the scream on the side of the pitch. They picked me up, and finally we were on our way to Sunning Hill Hospital. Robbie was in the back of the ambulance with me holding my hand all the way; well I say all the way, I mean up to the point where they checked out my lungs. They stopped at the side of the road. Robbie was chucked from one side to the other side of the ambulance. The paramedic ripped my shirt off of me. At this point I was seriously struggling to breathe now. This was the scariest part as I could hear them talking to each other about putting a tube down my mouth and connecting me to a machine that would breathe for me. My right lung had become bigger than my left lung .Thankfully they didn’t have to as I managed to slow my breathing down my throat as I slowed down my breathing. Only for about 30 seconds or so.
Once we arrived at Sunning Hill Hospital they carried on supplying me with 9 different types of painkillers. Which were slowly doing their job. They then moved me onto a bed and again I screamed as this pain was unbearable even with 9 painkillers in my body!! I was then asked my name, date of birth etc... When asked for my address in which my reply was ‘flat 60 past centurion mall’ all the doctors stared at me in amazement by the fact I didn’t know my own address. Robbie quickly explained to the Doctors I’d only been in the country for 2weeks. In which one Doctor replied ‘Welcome to South Africa my boy’ this brought the first smile to my face!! After lying on the hospital bed for a few long lonely minutes. The Doctors returned to talk to me; this was hard for me because my wind pipe was swollen and bruised so I was almost shouting my answer at them just so they could hear me normally.
Then my parents arrived to see me. This made me a very happy young man. My little brother walked in first to see me and for some strange reason he had a huge smile on his face. Which I still haven’t got the bottom of too yet. He was closely followed by my Mum whose first words to me where ‘Stop getting hurt in sport as this is the 3rd time we’ve been in hospital with you’. After the Doctors had explained to my Mum what had happened to me it was time for my x-rays. Two on my neck which thankfully came back all clear. But before I could take off the brace keeping my neck straight and still I had to go for a CAT scan which was interesting as I wasn’t allowed to open my eyes for more than 10minutes, in which I had gone to sleep in. And thankfully this came back with the all clear too!! So I was moved from ICU to a normal ward where I could sit up and have something to drink which I had wanted to do for a good 3 hours by now. In the ward Alex my little brother got out his camera and showed me all the pictures of the animals from the Safari they had been on. This was taking my mind off of the pain. I can remember waiting around for an hour in which Mr Burger came into see me and said that he’ll replace my shirt for me as it was the first time I had worn it. Good luck or what...
At 6 o’clock this guy walked in wearing an orange shirt and jeans. Turns out he was the Doctor who we had to wait an hour for. My Mum quickly said to him ‘If there wasn’t a Nurse behind you I wouldn’t have let my Son go with you.’ His reply was funny. ‘They call me the electrician for a reason.’ So I stood up and with some tubes still attached to my right arm I carried them up some stairs in which I struggled to walk up as I still had pins and needles throughout my body. Stumbling on I got to his office, where he led me into a back room with a weird looking machine, told me to take a seat, and squirted medicine cocaine up my nostrils. The ‘cocaine’ didn’t really have any effect on me at all. After 30 seconds or less ‘The Doctor’ picked up a camera and started slowly placing it up my nose so that he could see my throat. This had also come back all clear thank god. He then prescribed me with some medication to take and it was time to leave at long last. After getting the tubes removed out of my arm I said thank you to all the Doctors and Nurses that had looked after me during the day, grabbed my stuff and walked across the hospital topless getting hundreds of weird looks off people.
And that was the scariest day of my life.
5/2/2011
Help needed......send tea bags
We are going to Kyalami near Johannesburg to see #TopGear, in March for Alex's 12th Birthday. Shhh but we are all big fans of the show.
Dan has challenged me to get the team to bring out some PG Tips tea bags.
I keep missing @BBC_TopGear on twitter so I've sent them an email....
'Please bring PG tips with you to Kyalami as I've run out. Moved from Malvern in the UK, to Centurion 3 weeks ago, kids in school, hubby in work and I need my tea bags.
Go on accept the challenge, I'll brew up and be Mother.
Suzanne (aged 39 and a half)'
Dan has challenged me to get the team to bring out some PG Tips tea bags.
I keep missing @BBC_TopGear on twitter so I've sent them an email....
'Please bring PG tips with you to Kyalami as I've run out. Moved from Malvern in the UK, to Centurion 3 weeks ago, kids in school, hubby in work and I need my tea bags.
Go on accept the challenge, I'll brew up and be Mother.
Suzanne (aged 39 and a half)'
Tuesday, 8 February 2011
this scares the living daylights out of me
This picture was taken whilst travelling at 120kms per hour on the N1 towards Pretoria. I dread to think what would happen if there was an accident.
How’s that for a training pitch?
This is where Alex and I will now be spending Mon, Tues and Thurs evenings while Daniel plays football with TUKs at Pretoria University.
Being a Foreigner
Well I never!!!!!
So far we’ve been called Pomms, Immigrants and foreigners.
We can’t get a car loan as we are required to pay it off in two years as that is the length of the visa, despite the fact the job is open ended. I’m not allowed to work, but Peter is paying local taxes and we will be paying rent and spending our money in South Africa, yet we are treated as a flight risk.....
If we get a loan for a car then decide to leave the country, there is nothing anyone can do about it...but hold on a minute...don’t they realise how much it cost us to get out here in the first place, visas, x rays, police checks, a year’s deposit for both kids at school and a year upfront, furniture removal, additional luggage at the airport plus the flights.
Oh and don’t forget...I have a car in the UK sitting on my parents drive I can’t sell and the Tax is due in March, plus it’s still fully insured, a house we are paying a mortgage on that is sitting empty waiting for tenants, the set up costs, electricity and gas safety checks, redecoration, new carpets after the flood (not off insurance) the energy efficient certificate, the stuff we had to give away or sell for a loss (ebay), agents fees.....
So right now we can’t afford to go home (not that we want to)..bank account was a great achievement, which has enabled us to rent a house from March, but in the mean time we are being fleeced....need 3 months bank statements for mobile contract, internet and land line.....
So I’ve decided to do what others do.....
‘I’m a Nigerian representative for the exiled King...send bank details to thechickendoesjoburg.co.za’
So far we’ve been called Pomms, Immigrants and foreigners.
We can’t get a car loan as we are required to pay it off in two years as that is the length of the visa, despite the fact the job is open ended. I’m not allowed to work, but Peter is paying local taxes and we will be paying rent and spending our money in South Africa, yet we are treated as a flight risk.....
If we get a loan for a car then decide to leave the country, there is nothing anyone can do about it...but hold on a minute...don’t they realise how much it cost us to get out here in the first place, visas, x rays, police checks, a year’s deposit for both kids at school and a year upfront, furniture removal, additional luggage at the airport plus the flights.
Oh and don’t forget...I have a car in the UK sitting on my parents drive I can’t sell and the Tax is due in March, plus it’s still fully insured, a house we are paying a mortgage on that is sitting empty waiting for tenants, the set up costs, electricity and gas safety checks, redecoration, new carpets after the flood (not off insurance) the energy efficient certificate, the stuff we had to give away or sell for a loss (ebay), agents fees.....
So right now we can’t afford to go home (not that we want to)..bank account was a great achievement, which has enabled us to rent a house from March, but in the mean time we are being fleeced....need 3 months bank statements for mobile contract, internet and land line.....
So I’ve decided to do what others do.....
‘I’m a Nigerian representative for the exiled King...send bank details to thechickendoesjoburg.co.za’
OMG!!!!!
Kids were told off in school for saying Oh my god and Jesus Christ, as it’s highly offensive over here, however, a Teacher can use the word SHIT in front of them.
Anyone else experienced anything like this?
Anyone else experienced anything like this?
Monday, 7 February 2011
Crunch time
Last night I nearly booked flights home. Dan had been in hospital. We had to pay for the treatment as our med aid wasn’t up and running, the kids were arguing and everytime we told them off they pulled their trump card ‘I miss my dad’ I don’t doubt that they do and I’m not trying to demean their relationship with him, but it’s every bloody time they have to do something they don’t want to do. I creid myself to sleep over it all.
This morning brought a different day and with it a different set of emotions......we promised the kids so much with our new life in South Africa and so far everything is the same, they are in school, Peter is in work and only my life is different, I’m not working, I dealing with a different set of values, accents and languages and renting a house, buying a car and not even allowed a bank account due to the nature of my visa.
I tell a lie there is another big difference...finance...we still haven’t rented the house out in the UK and this morning we paid a deposit and 1 months rent to secure a house. The current accommodation is a 3 bed apartment there is one TV and a small lounge, a tiny garden, but at least it has 2 bathrooms. Doesn’t sound that bad really and it isn’t. It’s just we are used to a lot more space. We only have the contents of our suitcases with us and things like the internet are not as widely available as back home. So far, we’ve moved to the other side of the world, our living conditions are less than before, our ability to do things is limited due to being in a different country and our personal things are on a boat somewhere and won’t be with us till March.
But when the children get home from school we can tell them which house we’ve rented and that we are moving in on March 1st. It will be something to look forward to and the kids love the house we’ve chosen...it is beyond our wildest dreams....you’ll have to come and visit to get the full picture but it’s 4 bed, has a pool, overlooks the golf course, has a river at the bottom of the garden, it has glass floor to ceiling windows, balconies, a mongoose that lives on the decking and the utility room is bigger than our previous kitchen.
This morning brought a different day and with it a different set of emotions......we promised the kids so much with our new life in South Africa and so far everything is the same, they are in school, Peter is in work and only my life is different, I’m not working, I dealing with a different set of values, accents and languages and renting a house, buying a car and not even allowed a bank account due to the nature of my visa.
I tell a lie there is another big difference...finance...we still haven’t rented the house out in the UK and this morning we paid a deposit and 1 months rent to secure a house. The current accommodation is a 3 bed apartment there is one TV and a small lounge, a tiny garden, but at least it has 2 bathrooms. Doesn’t sound that bad really and it isn’t. It’s just we are used to a lot more space. We only have the contents of our suitcases with us and things like the internet are not as widely available as back home. So far, we’ve moved to the other side of the world, our living conditions are less than before, our ability to do things is limited due to being in a different country and our personal things are on a boat somewhere and won’t be with us till March.
But when the children get home from school we can tell them which house we’ve rented and that we are moving in on March 1st. It will be something to look forward to and the kids love the house we’ve chosen...it is beyond our wildest dreams....you’ll have to come and visit to get the full picture but it’s 4 bed, has a pool, overlooks the golf course, has a river at the bottom of the garden, it has glass floor to ceiling windows, balconies, a mongoose that lives on the decking and the utility room is bigger than our previous kitchen.
Attitudes
I have never in my entire life heard such blatant excuses for being late.
I hit ‘dismiss’ and not ‘snooze’ on my alarm ... used several times
My domestic was late, I needed to discipline her ... used almost daily
I’ve been away this weekend and I’m tired.
I used to find it very frustrating in a supermarket in the UK ... ‘do you sell....? was usually greeted with ... ‘I don’t know’... followed by a long pause before I said either ... ‘well can you ask someone that does know’ or my absolute favourite ‘it’s not my fault you work here’. In South Africa if I ask for something, they don’t tell you where it is or even take you there...they bloody well go and fetch it for you.
I hit ‘dismiss’ and not ‘snooze’ on my alarm ... used several times
My domestic was late, I needed to discipline her ... used almost daily
I’ve been away this weekend and I’m tired.
I used to find it very frustrating in a supermarket in the UK ... ‘do you sell....? was usually greeted with ... ‘I don’t know’... followed by a long pause before I said either ... ‘well can you ask someone that does know’ or my absolute favourite ‘it’s not my fault you work here’. In South Africa if I ask for something, they don’t tell you where it is or even take you there...they bloody well go and fetch it for you.
The weather
Well we’ve arrived in the worse summer they’ve seen in ages...it ain’t half rained...A fireman died trying to rescue a woman who was swept away in her car in the floods, we’ve driven the usual route to school, to find roads closed due to flooding.
I think we’ve acclimatised now though, we are sleeping under the feather duvet, wearing socks and a jumper in the early mornings and when it goes dark, however you can tell we are still new here, we are all red on our shoulders, necks, faces and in particular Alex’s nose.
The only trouble we’re having with the weather is getting our heads around the fact it is February, it is summer, it is 30c and the next season is autumn.
I think we’ve acclimatised now though, we are sleeping under the feather duvet, wearing socks and a jumper in the early mornings and when it goes dark, however you can tell we are still new here, we are all red on our shoulders, necks, faces and in particular Alex’s nose.
The only trouble we’re having with the weather is getting our heads around the fact it is February, it is summer, it is 30c and the next season is autumn.
Well, what else am I supposed to do?
Some of you have ‘mocked’ me for doing my ironing etc, some people I’ve met are very surprised that I don’t intend to hire a maid...again, I am English, I’ve been working full time for the past 21yrs and during that time I’ve had 3 children, remarried and inherited an additional 2 kids. WTF? Am I going to do here?
The ladies lunch....I tried that once or twice at The Downs School, didn’t like it
The ladies play golf....BORING
The ladies all join the gym....won’t need to as I will be doing all my own housework, ironing and gardening
Keep me busy, I’m dangerous when bored....lol
The ladies lunch....I tried that once or twice at The Downs School, didn’t like it
The ladies play golf....BORING
The ladies all join the gym....won’t need to as I will be doing all my own housework, ironing and gardening
Keep me busy, I’m dangerous when bored....lol
So what is the same and what is different?
Recycling? You’re having a laugh
Everything goes in a black bag and in the wheelie bin and that’s that, yet they charge you for carrier bags in the supermarket and everyone brings their own bags. However when we move things will change.....we compost in the UK so will be doing the same here. I will have bins for bottles, plastics, cans and papers as the larger Pick ‘n’ Pay stores have a set of wheelie bins for recycling outside.
The cost of things
I already own the largest collection of ‘Tupperware style’ pots and cooking all meals from scratch, I haven’t bought a single packet mix and the only tinned food I have bought was Heinz baked beans from the Spar shop, I’ve made my own gravy, tomato soup and puree. Individual ingredients are far cheaper than the UK but convenience food costs a lot more.
Toiletries are very expensive here at least double what you would pay in the UK for exactly the same product/brand...I guess that is due to the large supermarkets in the UK driving the prices down. Sun cream in particular, which I would consider a necessity is min £8 per 150ml and assumed it would be a lot cheaper. Tax is only 14% and it includes kids clothes and medicines.
Day to day living
Life is pretty much the same, but I cannot work for 2 years but I will be using that time to finish my degree with The OU in criminology, can’t think of a better place to study it can you? The school run is a pain, they start around 7am and I’m home by 7.30am everyday. I hang the washing out before I leave and it’s dry and ready to iron when I get back. The shops don’t open till 9am and close by 6pm...the larger supermarkets stay open till 8pm. There are no Sunday trading laws that I can see, some shops are open, some aren’t, some shut at 2pm others at 4pm so it’s a bit hit and miss at the moment.
Everything goes in a black bag and in the wheelie bin and that’s that, yet they charge you for carrier bags in the supermarket and everyone brings their own bags. However when we move things will change.....we compost in the UK so will be doing the same here. I will have bins for bottles, plastics, cans and papers as the larger Pick ‘n’ Pay stores have a set of wheelie bins for recycling outside.
The cost of things
I already own the largest collection of ‘Tupperware style’ pots and cooking all meals from scratch, I haven’t bought a single packet mix and the only tinned food I have bought was Heinz baked beans from the Spar shop, I’ve made my own gravy, tomato soup and puree. Individual ingredients are far cheaper than the UK but convenience food costs a lot more.
Toiletries are very expensive here at least double what you would pay in the UK for exactly the same product/brand...I guess that is due to the large supermarkets in the UK driving the prices down. Sun cream in particular, which I would consider a necessity is min £8 per 150ml and assumed it would be a lot cheaper. Tax is only 14% and it includes kids clothes and medicines.
Day to day living
Life is pretty much the same, but I cannot work for 2 years but I will be using that time to finish my degree with The OU in criminology, can’t think of a better place to study it can you? The school run is a pain, they start around 7am and I’m home by 7.30am everyday. I hang the washing out before I leave and it’s dry and ready to iron when I get back. The shops don’t open till 9am and close by 6pm...the larger supermarkets stay open till 8pm. There are no Sunday trading laws that I can see, some shops are open, some aren’t, some shut at 2pm others at 4pm so it’s a bit hit and miss at the moment.
Using my natural resources.
When in Denver 2003, Peter was working at Corrs brewery and we were staying in Golden, a small town, by the 3rd day I was a little bored, so I inquired about the nearest shopping mall and was told where to catch the bus, the number I needed and how much. Using my Englishness I found out from the driver what time the buses returned and where from.
Again in 2007 I found myself, alone, for the day in Coos Bay in Oregan, this is a logging town and full of thrift and gun shops, initially I was a little concerned, but used my resources...i.e. being English and received some wonderful help and assistance.
In Paris in 2000, we stayed in a hotel, that left a lot to be desired..armed with ‘Michael Thomas French for beginners’ I booked a new hotel, a table in a nearby restaurant and gave directions for Peter to find me when he finished working for the day.
I find being English a fantastic thing to be, although technically I am Welsh, Peter and I tend not to do the ‘tourist’ thing, when on holiday we hire villas/gites away from the tourist areas and often find we’re the only English people there.
The children are the only English students in the school and we’ve met one other English man, who happened to be in the same hospital as Dan on the weekend. People are surprised that 1. We’ve come to Centurion and 2. We’re going to be living here.
Again in 2007 I found myself, alone, for the day in Coos Bay in Oregan, this is a logging town and full of thrift and gun shops, initially I was a little concerned, but used my resources...i.e. being English and received some wonderful help and assistance.
In Paris in 2000, we stayed in a hotel, that left a lot to be desired..armed with ‘Michael Thomas French for beginners’ I booked a new hotel, a table in a nearby restaurant and gave directions for Peter to find me when he finished working for the day.
I find being English a fantastic thing to be, although technically I am Welsh, Peter and I tend not to do the ‘tourist’ thing, when on holiday we hire villas/gites away from the tourist areas and often find we’re the only English people there.
The children are the only English students in the school and we’ve met one other English man, who happened to be in the same hospital as Dan on the weekend. People are surprised that 1. We’ve come to Centurion and 2. We’re going to be living here.
losing my idenity?
Losing my identity
I thought I would have to change my way of life completely when we moved to South Africa, having read the tourist books and from information from the media, well meaning family and friends and South Africans living in the UK, here follows the advice I was given:
1. Do not carry a handbag, keep 1 credit card and mobile phone in trouser pocket and carry a dummy wallet to hand over if mugged.
2. Don’t wear Jewellery out in public, you will be targeted even if it’s only ‘costume’
3. Never stop at a red light...no one does, you will be car jacked
4. Don’t drive alone and never at night
5. You cannot walk anywhere
And here’s the truth
1. Everyone carries a handbag
2. Everyone wears jewellery
3. You MUST stop at red lights
4. I’m in and out of the house in the car all day
5. I have walked from the house to the mall and back, from mall to shopping centre
South Africa is like the UK in so many ways. There are certain parts of Birmingham I avoid, or if I have to go there I take great car, put all valuables in the boot and keep to the main areas. Have you ever been to Moss side? Have you ever been to a local Derby. I for won’t will never go to a game between Birmingham City and Aston Villa again. I have and I won’t be choosing to go there again. You have to be street wise everywhere you go in the world. Do what the locals do and if you’re not sure about something just ask.
There are a few places I won’t be going here, I’m not comfortable when driving past townships, I certainly wouldn’t stop there and ask for directions and yes I am wary at the Robots, leaving a gap between me and the car in front so if necessary I can get away quickly, it’s just common sense really. However I’m driving a hire car, ‘the best car in the world’ May. James, Top Gear, at the moment and will be staying away from the cars involved in carjacking..for example I won’t be buying a 3 series BMW in black as I will make myself a target.
I’m not going to new places on my own either...Dan has soccer trials with TUKS tonight in Pretoria. Peter is coming with me this evening and tomorrow I will drive there alone, if I don’t feel safe with the location then we will find another club for him to play with...again, common sense.
I thought I would have to change my way of life completely when we moved to South Africa, having read the tourist books and from information from the media, well meaning family and friends and South Africans living in the UK, here follows the advice I was given:
1. Do not carry a handbag, keep 1 credit card and mobile phone in trouser pocket and carry a dummy wallet to hand over if mugged.
2. Don’t wear Jewellery out in public, you will be targeted even if it’s only ‘costume’
3. Never stop at a red light...no one does, you will be car jacked
4. Don’t drive alone and never at night
5. You cannot walk anywhere
And here’s the truth
1. Everyone carries a handbag
2. Everyone wears jewellery
3. You MUST stop at red lights
4. I’m in and out of the house in the car all day
5. I have walked from the house to the mall and back, from mall to shopping centre
South Africa is like the UK in so many ways. There are certain parts of Birmingham I avoid, or if I have to go there I take great car, put all valuables in the boot and keep to the main areas. Have you ever been to Moss side? Have you ever been to a local Derby. I for won’t will never go to a game between Birmingham City and Aston Villa again. I have and I won’t be choosing to go there again. You have to be street wise everywhere you go in the world. Do what the locals do and if you’re not sure about something just ask.
There are a few places I won’t be going here, I’m not comfortable when driving past townships, I certainly wouldn’t stop there and ask for directions and yes I am wary at the Robots, leaving a gap between me and the car in front so if necessary I can get away quickly, it’s just common sense really. However I’m driving a hire car, ‘the best car in the world’ May. James, Top Gear, at the moment and will be staying away from the cars involved in carjacking..for example I won’t be buying a 3 series BMW in black as I will make myself a target.
I’m not going to new places on my own either...Dan has soccer trials with TUKS tonight in Pretoria. Peter is coming with me this evening and tomorrow I will drive there alone, if I don’t feel safe with the location then we will find another club for him to play with...again, common sense.
Why do the robots never work?
At every stop sign and every set of Robots (traffic lights) people walk down the road trying to make a living by selling you goods.
I have to investigate if I can go into a shop and purchase tights, tax disc holders and car chargers in South Africa or these items are in demand, cos that’s all they seem to try to sell you.
The robots often fail to work and you’d think all chaos would ensue, but you’d be wrong. Every car driver treats the failed lights like a they would when approaching a STOP sign and take it in turns to proceed, all very civilised, however roundabouts don’t work the same way as the UK as I’ve found out (I know this because I’ve been tooted at) you don’t give way to the right, you treat roundabouts as STOP junctions also.
I have to investigate if I can go into a shop and purchase tights, tax disc holders and car chargers in South Africa or these items are in demand, cos that’s all they seem to try to sell you.
The robots often fail to work and you’d think all chaos would ensue, but you’d be wrong. Every car driver treats the failed lights like a they would when approaching a STOP sign and take it in turns to proceed, all very civilised, however roundabouts don’t work the same way as the UK as I’ve found out (I know this because I’ve been tooted at) you don’t give way to the right, you treat roundabouts as STOP junctions also.
TV
I love the TV adverts here. Whilst watching the football, different companies take it in turns to have a small logo on the top right of the screen, when there is a lull in play or half time the screen is slightly reduced in size and a company advert frames the action. The same applies with TV shows, no long boring adverts just a series of idents throughout the programme.
We have watched nearly every Barclay Premier league football match on TV. They seem to like Birmingham City here have watched all their games, and they seem to be playing much better since I stopped attending the home games.
DSTv is a satellite channel, we have to investigate the cost involved, it’s free at the moment in the apartment, they are about 4 weeks behind with Eastenders and 6months with Casualty and Holby City, they show deal or no deal and who wants to be a millionaire? But to be honest we’re not watching a lot of it apart from the football.
We have watched nearly every Barclay Premier league football match on TV. They seem to like Birmingham City here have watched all their games, and they seem to be playing much better since I stopped attending the home games.
DSTv is a satellite channel, we have to investigate the cost involved, it’s free at the moment in the apartment, they are about 4 weeks behind with Eastenders and 6months with Casualty and Holby City, they show deal or no deal and who wants to be a millionaire? But to be honest we’re not watching a lot of it apart from the football.
Local Radio
We’ve found a local radio station here in South Africa that the boys and I listen to on the way to school and back each day. It’s 94.7 and in the mornings called Breakfast Express. It’s the standard format 1 man and 1 woman, lots of chat and music and it’s even sponsored by Nados and a local bowling centre. We used to listen to Radio Wyvern and it’s very similar in style to the Robin Banks and Theo show.
This morning there was a prank telephone call to a woman who had placed an ad with Gum tree to sell a fridge.
The ad read:
Samsung fridge, only used once, white, works wells.
The presenter phoned this woman claiming to be the moderator for Gum tree and asked her why she had used the word ‘white’ to describe the fridge. At this point the woman apologised and said she would change the ad and asked what she should change it to. ‘previously considered superior’ her response was hysterical she called him a ‘retard’ he then said ‘you are implying a white fridge works better than a black fridge’ she said ‘when have you ever seen a black fridge?’ his response was ‘exactly’ and implied people like her were being racist and holding back the cause for equality. At this point she lost the plot and hung up on him. He called back and all we heard were a string of bleeps as she let rip and she hung up. He called her back again and this time she asked for his name, which he gave her, she didn’t make the connection with the radio station and accused him of being a simpleton and asked ‘what about the other ads, was he going to ring all of them up?’ he replied ‘yes’ and she laughed out loud, more expletives followed, a few more ‘retards’ and ‘simpleton’ then he told her who he was.
By the time I drove through the security gates I was in hysterics, the guard asked me if I was listening to 94.7 and told me they do this every morning.
This morning there was a prank telephone call to a woman who had placed an ad with Gum tree to sell a fridge.
The ad read:
Samsung fridge, only used once, white, works wells.
The presenter phoned this woman claiming to be the moderator for Gum tree and asked her why she had used the word ‘white’ to describe the fridge. At this point the woman apologised and said she would change the ad and asked what she should change it to. ‘previously considered superior’ her response was hysterical she called him a ‘retard’ he then said ‘you are implying a white fridge works better than a black fridge’ she said ‘when have you ever seen a black fridge?’ his response was ‘exactly’ and implied people like her were being racist and holding back the cause for equality. At this point she lost the plot and hung up on him. He called back and all we heard were a string of bleeps as she let rip and she hung up. He called her back again and this time she asked for his name, which he gave her, she didn’t make the connection with the radio station and accused him of being a simpleton and asked ‘what about the other ads, was he going to ring all of them up?’ he replied ‘yes’ and she laughed out loud, more expletives followed, a few more ‘retards’ and ‘simpleton’ then he told her who he was.
By the time I drove through the security gates I was in hysterics, the guard asked me if I was listening to 94.7 and told me they do this every morning.
This is how the day started a trip to Krugersdorp to the nature reserve, it was fantastic, cost approx £17 for me, Peter and Alex. We were able to get out the car and take photographs, obviously NOT in the area where the lions were. The one in the photo was about 2metres from the car, with only open air between us. We saw a herd of zebra and 3 giraffes on the hill top.
We were sitting down having a picnic when the phone rang, from Cornwall Hill College. The picnic was over we packed up and drove out through the park to the hospital in Jo’burg, we had little information other than Daniel had been hit in the neck with a cricket ball, while batting and was stable at the moment. We needed fuel, couldn’t find the hospital on the sat nav, I’d seen the sign for the hospital last week when taking Peter to work, we arrived and were greeted by 4 of Daniels school friends, one had travelled in the ambulance with him, their parents were in the waiting room. We thanked them for waiting, ‘they are all our children’ Daniel had x-rays and a CT scan and was seen by the ENT Doctor....all this took place, from admission to departure in 2 hrs. However, we left several hundred pounds lighter as our med aid hadn’t registered on the system.
Daniel is fine now his neck is swollen and bruised and his voice is very croaky, they had to stop the ambulance on route as Dan wasn’t able to breathe out and his lung over inflated; he was knocked unconscious, but remembers everything that happened. As he had too much carbon dioxide in his system his body went into spasm. The school matron phoned regularly and the head of the PE department came to the hospital to see Dan.
What did you do this weekend?
So kids, what would you like to do this weekend?
Dan: I’m off to Jo’burg to play cricket for school
Alex: Can I see some Zebras?
Us: Yes of course you can kids......and off we went.
Friday, 4 February 2011
What a difference a day makes.
What a difference a day makes.
This time yesterday was a completely different story and this is how it went.
We are house hunting and trying to by me a car.
I had two issues to deal with yesterday....rental agents weren’t returning my calls, several viewings I had made were inappropriate to what I’d requested and no one seems to have the ability to be flexible. I ask for 3 bed min, 2.5 bathrooms, separate annexe/flatlette and pool....’No, we don’t have anything’...so Ok what do you have in that price bracket?....’nothing like that’....try again and this time ask...’how about a 4 bed, pool, garden and servants quarters’ ‘oh yes we have those, when would you like to view?’ slightly frustrating these calls, I have a pay as you go mobile, in someone elses name, so only they can top it up for me...doh!!!! how do I contact them to say I need more credit......? I had 2 appointments where the rental agent didn’t turn up, I had 1 appointment where the current tenants didn’t know we were coming, the house was a mess and there were 2 small dogs licking me and generally getting in the way, four times I asked the agent to do something about the dogs as I don’t like them (not afraid, just don’t like dogs) and four times I was ignored.
Peter is sorted he is getting a shiny Toyota Fortuna, it does everything except drive itself, special safety glass with a film layer so if anyone smashes the window they can’t reach inside the car, panic buttons near the seat belt clip which automatically activates the tracking device, built in sat nav, blue tooth for phone, DVD player and camera parking. It will be ‘our’ car but mainly driven by Peter for work in the week. So what am I getting? Well yesterday it was suggested I look for a small run around while we wait for my car to sell in the UK. So off I go armed with no local knowledge to find a car for approximately £5000. Some of the areas I pulled into had me refusing to get out the car and I turned round and drove off. Where I did find cars in the price range they were over 13 yrs old, full of rust and no guarantee they wouldn’t keep breaking down and here in South Africa that is not something I want to do. I can’t get finance as I don’t have an income and if Peter takes out finance it has to be completed within 2 yrs as that is the length of our initial visa.
So there I am yesterday, driving around some dodgy areas, getting hassle with the rental agents, no credit on my phone, 3rd trip to the school.
So I had a hissy fit and Peter faced it full throttle......he called me while I was still out and started by telling me he’d skyped Andrew in the office and another colleague from the UK, he’d made and received phone calls with ex colleagues, tying up loose ends and arranged a trip to Europe in March.
’you have a decent car. You’re not the one going 3 times a day on the school run, where do you suggest I put a week’s shopping in Golf or similar? Are you happy with me sitting on the side of the road in South Africa with the kids?....etc etc etc’ ‘Great!!!! You’ve got a mobile phone and the internet, you’ve got people around you helping you out with everything you need doing, you’ve had contact with familiar people, I’m struggling to understand the language, the accent, driving around areas I’m sure I shouldn’t be in and apart from the rental agants I’ve not spoken to anyone today, about anything else other than try to buy a car, rent a house and pay for the food shopping.’
And I can’t even do that properly as HSBC froze my bank card for unusual activity, i.e. we are in South Africa, we only set the account up because we were moving to South Africa. I keep running out of credit and can only access the internet for short periods of time. I’m still trying to sell the car in the UK and rent the house out. I’ve sent post cards and letters home, been keeping in touch with the UK via one very heavily pregnant sister who is sorting out some UK stuff for us, dealing with the kids and trying to sort out for us via face book and she seems to have a problem with her caps look and it looks like she’s shouting at me....lol
So Peter brought HR home with him tonight, she is very similar to me..i.e. forceful and I explained to her...I can so these things, I just need a bump start and the tools to do the job, so she topped my phone up for me, gave me access to the internet and ........
24hrs later, I have viewed 5 properties, going back to one this evening with Peter and the boys as I really like it and off to view vehicles at Toyota after collecting the children from school.
*Smiles and pats self on back*
This time yesterday was a completely different story and this is how it went.
We are house hunting and trying to by me a car.
I had two issues to deal with yesterday....rental agents weren’t returning my calls, several viewings I had made were inappropriate to what I’d requested and no one seems to have the ability to be flexible. I ask for 3 bed min, 2.5 bathrooms, separate annexe/flatlette and pool....’No, we don’t have anything’...so Ok what do you have in that price bracket?....’nothing like that’....try again and this time ask...’how about a 4 bed, pool, garden and servants quarters’ ‘oh yes we have those, when would you like to view?’ slightly frustrating these calls, I have a pay as you go mobile, in someone elses name, so only they can top it up for me...doh!!!! how do I contact them to say I need more credit......? I had 2 appointments where the rental agent didn’t turn up, I had 1 appointment where the current tenants didn’t know we were coming, the house was a mess and there were 2 small dogs licking me and generally getting in the way, four times I asked the agent to do something about the dogs as I don’t like them (not afraid, just don’t like dogs) and four times I was ignored.
Peter is sorted he is getting a shiny Toyota Fortuna, it does everything except drive itself, special safety glass with a film layer so if anyone smashes the window they can’t reach inside the car, panic buttons near the seat belt clip which automatically activates the tracking device, built in sat nav, blue tooth for phone, DVD player and camera parking. It will be ‘our’ car but mainly driven by Peter for work in the week. So what am I getting? Well yesterday it was suggested I look for a small run around while we wait for my car to sell in the UK. So off I go armed with no local knowledge to find a car for approximately £5000. Some of the areas I pulled into had me refusing to get out the car and I turned round and drove off. Where I did find cars in the price range they were over 13 yrs old, full of rust and no guarantee they wouldn’t keep breaking down and here in South Africa that is not something I want to do. I can’t get finance as I don’t have an income and if Peter takes out finance it has to be completed within 2 yrs as that is the length of our initial visa.
So there I am yesterday, driving around some dodgy areas, getting hassle with the rental agents, no credit on my phone, 3rd trip to the school.
So I had a hissy fit and Peter faced it full throttle......he called me while I was still out and started by telling me he’d skyped Andrew in the office and another colleague from the UK, he’d made and received phone calls with ex colleagues, tying up loose ends and arranged a trip to Europe in March.
’you have a decent car. You’re not the one going 3 times a day on the school run, where do you suggest I put a week’s shopping in Golf or similar? Are you happy with me sitting on the side of the road in South Africa with the kids?....etc etc etc’ ‘Great!!!! You’ve got a mobile phone and the internet, you’ve got people around you helping you out with everything you need doing, you’ve had contact with familiar people, I’m struggling to understand the language, the accent, driving around areas I’m sure I shouldn’t be in and apart from the rental agants I’ve not spoken to anyone today, about anything else other than try to buy a car, rent a house and pay for the food shopping.’
And I can’t even do that properly as HSBC froze my bank card for unusual activity, i.e. we are in South Africa, we only set the account up because we were moving to South Africa. I keep running out of credit and can only access the internet for short periods of time. I’m still trying to sell the car in the UK and rent the house out. I’ve sent post cards and letters home, been keeping in touch with the UK via one very heavily pregnant sister who is sorting out some UK stuff for us, dealing with the kids and trying to sort out for us via face book and she seems to have a problem with her caps look and it looks like she’s shouting at me....lol
So Peter brought HR home with him tonight, she is very similar to me..i.e. forceful and I explained to her...I can so these things, I just need a bump start and the tools to do the job, so she topped my phone up for me, gave me access to the internet and ........
24hrs later, I have viewed 5 properties, going back to one this evening with Peter and the boys as I really like it and off to view vehicles at Toyota after collecting the children from school.
*Smiles and pats self on back*
Wednesday, 2 February 2011
What's the siren for?
The bell rings to signal the start and the end of lessons in school, the other bell you may hear from time to time in school is the fire alarm.
So what is the siren for? And what do you do when you hear here it?
In the boys school in South Africa it is heard when there is a lightning storm and when you hear it, you get indoors as quick as possible.
Having witnessed a storm tonight on the way home from school, I understand the necessity for it. I’ve never seen lightning like it, it was striking the hills and each flash lasted long enough to point it out to the kids and for them to turn round and witness it.
Whilst hunting for a house to rent today, we were taken to see a fantastic property with a thatched roof; I now know that the pole in the garden was not for raising a flag up.
So what is the siren for? And what do you do when you hear here it?
In the boys school in South Africa it is heard when there is a lightning storm and when you hear it, you get indoors as quick as possible.
Having witnessed a storm tonight on the way home from school, I understand the necessity for it. I’ve never seen lightning like it, it was striking the hills and each flash lasted long enough to point it out to the kids and for them to turn round and witness it.
Whilst hunting for a house to rent today, we were taken to see a fantastic property with a thatched roof; I now know that the pole in the garden was not for raising a flag up.
Tuesday, 1 February 2011
and today they decided to hassle me with this....lol
Today, I drove to find the car licensing department for Centurion here in SA, to find out if I needed to get a South African driving licence as the car dealers said it may be a problem with finance. As typical of this country there was a queue snaking round the building, 200+ people. I walked to the front apologising for being English, saying as I didn't want to renew my license would anyone mind if I cut through as I didn't know how the system worked and didn't want to queue for hours to be told I was in the wrong department......ha ha I was in the wrong department, no one minded me cutting through and everyone was really helpful and friendly.
Indoor Smoking
Well this has had me in stitches. In South Africa all the restaurants have the majority of their seating areas for eating outside. If you want to have a cigarette, they take you inside to a glass room where you can puff away to your heart’s content.
The Honey moon is over
Week 2
I’m not South African, therefore I do not know the ‘rules’ of the country.
Every bloody time we reach a land mark such as finally picking up our bank cards, providing us with a credit history and proof of address, no sooner do we meet another hurdle in our way....’we need them certified’...FFS another trip to the bank, more queuing, more explanations, documents verified (stamped by the bank) then we start all over again.
The car is another problem....as we only have visas for 2 years (we intend to extend them, if allowed) we can only get credit for a 2 yr period. Therefore the car I wish to buy has to be fully paid off in the next 2 years. So I thought I’d buy a car outright, but another hurdle was put in my way.....I can hire a car here and drive with an International Driving permit, stamped by the AA. I can bring my car over from the UK (see earlier blog for the hassles that caused) and drive with an IDP, but to buy a car and then insure it I have to have a South African driving licence.......so tomorrow I go to queue to find out what that entails....I have been warned by the bank and the car dealers to take a book and be prepared to be there all day.....let you know tomorrow.
it would have been better if you'd told us before we came out here, but then you didn't know the barriers we would face...because you didn't ask what was needed in advance to prepare us properly and another thing...house hunting...on my own....what do i need to do...? it’s not like the UK FFS...you try it in another country on your own...grrrrrr....(frustrated only, coping well)
I’m not South African, therefore I do not know the ‘rules’ of the country.
Every bloody time we reach a land mark such as finally picking up our bank cards, providing us with a credit history and proof of address, no sooner do we meet another hurdle in our way....’we need them certified’...FFS another trip to the bank, more queuing, more explanations, documents verified (stamped by the bank) then we start all over again.
The car is another problem....as we only have visas for 2 years (we intend to extend them, if allowed) we can only get credit for a 2 yr period. Therefore the car I wish to buy has to be fully paid off in the next 2 years. So I thought I’d buy a car outright, but another hurdle was put in my way.....I can hire a car here and drive with an International Driving permit, stamped by the AA. I can bring my car over from the UK (see earlier blog for the hassles that caused) and drive with an IDP, but to buy a car and then insure it I have to have a South African driving licence.......so tomorrow I go to queue to find out what that entails....I have been warned by the bank and the car dealers to take a book and be prepared to be there all day.....let you know tomorrow.
it would have been better if you'd told us before we came out here, but then you didn't know the barriers we would face...because you didn't ask what was needed in advance to prepare us properly and another thing...house hunting...on my own....what do i need to do...? it’s not like the UK FFS...you try it in another country on your own...grrrrrr....(frustrated only, coping well)
Monday, 31 January 2011
Takes some getting used to.......
Can’t get my head round this......
My normal journey home takes me on the M5, the most exciting road sign I ever see is for Birmingham.
I keep thinking I’m ... well I don’t know what I’m thinking at the moment the kids seem indifferent to the fact, maybe it’s because they are so well travelled, maybe because they don’t realise exactly what we have done...all I do know is that seeing a sign for Jo’burg on the school run every day is not an image I ever thought I would see on such a routine journey.
Wednesday, 26 January 2011
Potato or Potarto?
Go into any UK coffee chain and ask for a latte and they will 9 times out of 10 say ‘larte’
Either way you get a shot of espresso and topped up with frothy milk, the only difficulty you may have is if you ask for a regular and they reply ‘do mean a grande or talle?’
Ask for a latte in South Africa, it comes in one size and is just hot frothy milk, if you wish to have a shot of espresso you have to ask for it by it’s proper name which is a ‘cafe latte’ as we all know any way.
Either way you get a shot of espresso and topped up with frothy milk, the only difficulty you may have is if you ask for a regular and they reply ‘do mean a grande or talle?’
Ask for a latte in South Africa, it comes in one size and is just hot frothy milk, if you wish to have a shot of espresso you have to ask for it by it’s proper name which is a ‘cafe latte’ as we all know any way.
10 things we didn’t do in the UK last week
1. Have a Braai
2. Own a ‘cell’ phone
3. Go to bed at 9pm
4. Get up at 5.30am
5. Limit usage of the internet
6. Play with monkeys
7. Watch unlimited football on the TV, free of charge
8. Sit outside drinking wine in the evenings
9. Have lizards on the patio
10. Spend time together as a family
2. Own a ‘cell’ phone
3. Go to bed at 9pm
4. Get up at 5.30am
5. Limit usage of the internet
6. Play with monkeys
7. Watch unlimited football on the TV, free of charge
8. Sit outside drinking wine in the evenings
9. Have lizards on the patio
10. Spend time together as a family
Culture? Colour? or Class?
For anyone reading this blog who currently lives in or has lived in South Africa, it would be helpful to know I am from the UK. Welsh by birth, but if you ask me my nationality I will say I’m British and I live in England.
There is a big culture difference between the two countries, although fashions from the high ponytail with the instant face lift to the day glow orange tan. The school run Mums look the same as back home, except for the fact the 4x4s are a necessity, rather than an accessory. Now, OK and Hello magazines line the shelves with Katie Price, Kate Middleton and the Beckham’s, it seems that English celebs are far more in demand here than Travolta’s latest edition to his family.
Inside a shopping mall, one could be anywhere in the world and it is only when driving that the differences of this beautiful country become apparent.
It started raining here at 4am and at midday it has only just stopped, there is local flooding and Peter had to take an alternative route to take the kids to school due to the road being closed.
Now, no matter what class or colour, people deserve to be treated with Respect, and from I’ve seen so far, the people of South Africa have earnt this. Did you read the blog about the train stop at Irene? Where are these people going? They are walking miles, leaving home very early to clean our houses, tidy gardens and work very long and very hard during the day for little pay.
So how do the 4x4, drivers repay them? They drive as normal, through the puddles and floods and without slowing down or moving over, drench these poor folk from head to toe. Peter slowed down, moved over and reduced the spray from his vehicle to nothing. A woman turned round, smiled and thanked him for doing so. The next car driver soaked her through to the skin.
Yesterday the kids and I stopped off for milk shakes, we asked for the bill, as we did so a white man aged 60ish sat down and sharply clapped his hands at the black waiter and demanded ‘a cold drink with ice, make it coke’ The waiter didn’t bat an eye lid and went off to fetch this white mans drink, came back with our bill and apologised for the delay. Alex looked at the customer and said ‘how rude’. We paid and left.
This I believe has nothing to do with cultural differences, I believe it is sheer bloody ignorance. These examples are not from an endless list , but the only 2 cases where I have seen a major divide with class and colour.
There is a big culture difference between the two countries, although fashions from the high ponytail with the instant face lift to the day glow orange tan. The school run Mums look the same as back home, except for the fact the 4x4s are a necessity, rather than an accessory. Now, OK and Hello magazines line the shelves with Katie Price, Kate Middleton and the Beckham’s, it seems that English celebs are far more in demand here than Travolta’s latest edition to his family.
Inside a shopping mall, one could be anywhere in the world and it is only when driving that the differences of this beautiful country become apparent.
It started raining here at 4am and at midday it has only just stopped, there is local flooding and Peter had to take an alternative route to take the kids to school due to the road being closed.
Now, no matter what class or colour, people deserve to be treated with Respect, and from I’ve seen so far, the people of South Africa have earnt this. Did you read the blog about the train stop at Irene? Where are these people going? They are walking miles, leaving home very early to clean our houses, tidy gardens and work very long and very hard during the day for little pay.
So how do the 4x4, drivers repay them? They drive as normal, through the puddles and floods and without slowing down or moving over, drench these poor folk from head to toe. Peter slowed down, moved over and reduced the spray from his vehicle to nothing. A woman turned round, smiled and thanked him for doing so. The next car driver soaked her through to the skin.
Yesterday the kids and I stopped off for milk shakes, we asked for the bill, as we did so a white man aged 60ish sat down and sharply clapped his hands at the black waiter and demanded ‘a cold drink with ice, make it coke’ The waiter didn’t bat an eye lid and went off to fetch this white mans drink, came back with our bill and apologised for the delay. Alex looked at the customer and said ‘how rude’. We paid and left.
This I believe has nothing to do with cultural differences, I believe it is sheer bloody ignorance. These examples are not from an endless list , but the only 2 cases where I have seen a major divide with class and colour.
Tuesday, 25 January 2011
Living in South Africa
As a criminology and psychology student, I couldn’t be in a better country than South Africa for the final year of my degree. Being here has made me think a lot about previous assignments, in particular ‘Does security breed insecurity?’
Gated communities here in South Africa are the only way to live, we’d be mad not to. The risk of crime is very high, but you can minimise the effect and consequence of crime if you are cautious. It’s a natural human instinct to protect oneself, family and property. If someone were to order you out of your car at gun point, would you go willingly? Most of us would say yes, we’d let them have our car, but like falling, there’s a natural instinct to put ones hands out in front as you do, inevitably breaking one or both arms. Small children don’t have this instinct and suffer fewer breaks than adults.
There are many different types of gated communities, in the UK it is more about status than the actual fear of crime and not too dissimilar to the US. However, living in a safe secure environment often leads to the fear of crime and can have either a positive or negative impact on the environment. Is the gated community there because there are high crime levels? In which case, if you can’t afford to live there, one moves further away to avoid the crime, or does a gated community nearby mean there are higher levels of security therefore making the area a safer place to live?
Here in South Africa a gated community is a means of survival. There are many different types.
Tenement blocks are not the most attractive of buildings, a complex of approximately 20 brick houses with 4 apartments in each, a communal pool and gardens. An electronic gate, manned 24hrs a day, but often on the outskirts of the town, and cheaper to rent or buy, therefore considered less desirable areas to live. These places are similar to holiday camps, little privacy and noisy and are preferred places for lower income families to live.
Cluster houses are the next step, again there is the 24hr security, but these houses are packed in with little outdoor space, they offer larger living accommodation but again are in the slightly poorer areas of town and often near major intersections which can prove noisy and offer little privacy. These are also small estates.
There are two types of housing left to consider. The larger gated communities, with the bigger houses with pools and large gardens, often surround a golf course and are of course far more expensive to live in. These houses are purpose built and vary in style and design, like the UK this type of living is a status symbol, the houses vary from English style, through Italian to thatched roof cottages and on the whole a little tacky. They offer the greatest security and are surrounded by high fences with barbed wire and electric fences.
The final style and our preferred living are the houses where the neighbours have come together and have decided to fence off the roads with only 1 access point with a security barrier which is manned, but not electronically operated like the other estates, The gates are locked at night and each house has it’s own wall and fence with barbed wire and security. These are more attractive houses and offer greater privacy.
The house hunting starts later this week. I am open to view any property as long as it fits our living requirements and is within a half hour drive of the kid’s school.
Gated communities here in South Africa are the only way to live, we’d be mad not to. The risk of crime is very high, but you can minimise the effect and consequence of crime if you are cautious. It’s a natural human instinct to protect oneself, family and property. If someone were to order you out of your car at gun point, would you go willingly? Most of us would say yes, we’d let them have our car, but like falling, there’s a natural instinct to put ones hands out in front as you do, inevitably breaking one or both arms. Small children don’t have this instinct and suffer fewer breaks than adults.
There are many different types of gated communities, in the UK it is more about status than the actual fear of crime and not too dissimilar to the US. However, living in a safe secure environment often leads to the fear of crime and can have either a positive or negative impact on the environment. Is the gated community there because there are high crime levels? In which case, if you can’t afford to live there, one moves further away to avoid the crime, or does a gated community nearby mean there are higher levels of security therefore making the area a safer place to live?
Here in South Africa a gated community is a means of survival. There are many different types.
Tenement blocks are not the most attractive of buildings, a complex of approximately 20 brick houses with 4 apartments in each, a communal pool and gardens. An electronic gate, manned 24hrs a day, but often on the outskirts of the town, and cheaper to rent or buy, therefore considered less desirable areas to live. These places are similar to holiday camps, little privacy and noisy and are preferred places for lower income families to live.
Cluster houses are the next step, again there is the 24hr security, but these houses are packed in with little outdoor space, they offer larger living accommodation but again are in the slightly poorer areas of town and often near major intersections which can prove noisy and offer little privacy. These are also small estates.
There are two types of housing left to consider. The larger gated communities, with the bigger houses with pools and large gardens, often surround a golf course and are of course far more expensive to live in. These houses are purpose built and vary in style and design, like the UK this type of living is a status symbol, the houses vary from English style, through Italian to thatched roof cottages and on the whole a little tacky. They offer the greatest security and are surrounded by high fences with barbed wire and electric fences.
The final style and our preferred living are the houses where the neighbours have come together and have decided to fence off the roads with only 1 access point with a security barrier which is manned, but not electronically operated like the other estates, The gates are locked at night and each house has it’s own wall and fence with barbed wire and security. These are more attractive houses and offer greater privacy.
The house hunting starts later this week. I am open to view any property as long as it fits our living requirements and is within a half hour drive of the kid’s school.
Day 6
Day 6 25th January
The views above are typical of Gauteng, which the area Jo’burg is in. Mango trees and fantastic landscapes and townships. I won’t be driving at night on my own and as long as you are alert and remain alert it is perfectly safe to drive here. I’m driving a rental car at the moment and won’t be buying anything flash, so not to attract attention. All bags are put in the boot and valuables kept out of sight, we’ve been told that if we are car jacked to raise our hands, place them on the seat belt strap at the shoulder, then slide hands down gently to the buckle and release, step out of the car and don’t make eye contact, they’re not interested in you, just your vehicle and it makes no difference if you’re alone or with someone else. Keep your mobile phone in your pocket with house keys and don’t forget to make an insurance claim.
This morning Peter and I returned to the bank....Peter has to give permission for me to have a bank account and as I’m here on a visitors passport it seems pointless as I won’t have any money to put in it. I’ve been using Peter’s card for the HSBC, you have to chip and pin for all transactions and sign as well. They stopped joint bank accounts last year to prevent fraud. A single woman can open her own account...talk about a suppressive country.
We drove to the office in Eden vale about 10kms from Jo’burg after dropping Peter off for the day I drove home. Road works and exit changes which hadn’t been updated on the sat nav made for an interesting journey home, thankfully I had paid attention and apart from the township I drove past I felt safe.
After collecting the boys from school we drove to Irene Farm, it’s a 112yr old/365 days a yr dairy. I had left my cards at home and was only carrying a small amount of cash, we weren’t able to buy drinks as they didn’t take cash to minimise robbery attempts, which is worth remembering. We drove onto the Mall for milkshakes and some bread.
SA is safer than I thought; I made an assumption that apart from the school runs I would be ‘stuck’ in the house all day and would need to go out with Peter couldn’t be further from the truth. If I want to pop out to the shops for a coffee or a pint of milk then I can. Living away from the tourist area is fantastic and we are also a bit of a novelty, apart from Dan and Alex there is only one other English child in the school and he was 2 when his family left the UK and has a SA accent.
Day 5
Day 5 24th January
OMG, there may only be a 2 hour time difference, but the day starts much earlier in SA. We left the house for the school run at 6.30am. I say ‘we’ Peter went to work. At the moment he is collected and dropped off, as we can’t buy a car till we have bank accounts.
The train arrives in Irene at 7am every morning; it was fascinating watching the locals being literally poured off, down the embankment and onto the road. There is no health and safety laws here that I can see and if they want to dig the road up, it’s your responsibility to avoid the hole. People travel 25+ in a 16 seater mini buses, they hang off the sides of the train and we counted 15 people, men, women and children squashed into an open truck base. It’s the sheer number of people that stop them from falling out. This isn’t just on the side roads but driving down the N1 at 100kms. It’s a frightening sight.
By 8am, not only was I home but I’d done the ironing and put the washing on. The house keeper arrived at 9am, so I sat in the garden till 10.30am reading a book, then made dinner and decided I was going to Pick and Pay to do a big food shop. The one near us at the Mall is closed for refurbishment so I drove a little way out of town to the one I saw this morning on the school run. The car park wasn’t secured, but there were people around to keep an eye on your car, when I returned to the car, the man loaded the shopping and returned the trolley in exchange for 5 Rand (50p). While I was shopping I got a text message from Dan saying ‘in hospital in Jo’burg’ it’s work experience week and he was working on a children’s cancer ward. No one spoke any English and Dan and his friend were the only white people there. It was an interesting experience for Dan, he said he wasn’t scared, but him and his friend were a novelty, lots of pointing and giggling.
I left for the school run at 1pm, the boys were waiting in the car park and we came straight home as everyone was hot and tired and we all went to bed and had a sleep. I was woken at 3.50pm and asked to go to the bank as the company had signed the paperwork, to discover the systems switch off at 4pm. What amazed was the computer did not have UK as a drop down option for nationality, nor was there, Britain, Great Britain, England, Scotland, Wales or NI. The man in the bank had not opened an account for anyone from the UK before and remarked, ‘not many of you come here, it’s usually the other way round’
Kids were in bed and asleep by 8pm and I wasn’t far behind them. There is no air conditioning and I spent most of the night on the sofa with the door open.
Day 4
Day 4 23rd January
Armed with a rough idea of where we were going, no map, just a tour guide, we piled in the car with a picnic and headed West of Pretoria to find the Cheetah reserve. We got slightly lost and ended up in a town called Brits. This is how I thought the whole of South Africa would look like. Old fashioned, under developed, surrounded with town ships and then one large mall in the middle. As it was Sunday, everyone was at church, which in the area we were in was mainly Methodist. We found the Cheetah reserve, we needed to book in advance and as we weren’t able to go on the tour we wandered around the picnic area. The Cheetah in the picture, rolled over, purred and offered his tummy for a tickle. There was only that thin piece of wire fencing between me and him and if I had wanted to I could have given him a stroke.....However, I’m NOT stupid. The cost of this tour was £45 each so we decided we’d leave these sorts of things for when the visitors come.
We then drove down the road, following the brown signs to Bush babies Monkey Sanctuary. This was only £20 each and we had an hour’s guided tour through the ‘open’ enclosures. The monkeys were everywhere, in your trouser pockets, looking for things in your hair and giving it a good old tug, in people’s handbags and one monkey made several, failed, attempts to rip my earring from me.
We drove home via Hartbeespoort Dam, which is a hive of tourist activity, markets, and restaurants and down to Monte Casino for a birthday tea. A nice place, very Americanised, a sort of mini Vegas, built mainly for the people of Jo’burg to gamble on the weekends.
The only concern we had all day was when we were driving and saw a sign that warned of carjacking for the next 20kms, it was a windy country road with lots of shrubbery, trees etc where people could lurk. The speed limit of 80kms was ignored by all.
We spent the evening waiting till 9pm (7pm UK time) to make the Skype call home. Mum, Dad, Sister, BIL and Niece all sat round the computer. It was lovely to speak with everyone and actually see them. Far too much to talk about and questions to be answered. Internet here in SA is limited; they can’t believe that in the UK we pay a monthly fee with no limitations. Here we are restricted to 1G which limits Skype time, we’ve been advised not to use Google earth as it uses a lot of band width and I’ve un installed my beloved tweet deck for Twitter.
Day 3
Day Three 22nd January
A day of nothing.
After a very lie and deserved lie in, Peter and Dan headed off to Centurion Park to see if they could purchase tickets for SA v India for Dan’s birthday, unfortunately they had sold out. We all met up in the mall, had lunch and mooched around trying for inspiration for a gift for Dan. Bought Dan some new school shoes as the ones he bought with him didn’t fit. Did some food shopping and came home to watch Birmingham City get thrashed by Man U and sat in the garden till late having a Braai.
A day of nothing.
After a very lie and deserved lie in, Peter and Dan headed off to Centurion Park to see if they could purchase tickets for SA v India for Dan’s birthday, unfortunately they had sold out. We all met up in the mall, had lunch and mooched around trying for inspiration for a gift for Dan. Bought Dan some new school shoes as the ones he bought with him didn’t fit. Did some food shopping and came home to watch Birmingham City get thrashed by Man U and sat in the garden till late having a Braai.
Day 2
Day 2 21st Jan
Up and at ‘em. The children were up, breakfasted, washed and dressed and ready to go by 7am. I then tidied up, had a shower, ate my breakfast outside and drunk tea. Peter was gone for 90mins and I was starting to get a bit worried. Traffic here even on the side roads at rush hour is similar to a Friday evening at the M5/M6 or the Mall at Cribbs causeway on a bank holiday.
Kids already referring to ‘here’ as home, then correcting themselves, then adding well it will be home when we’ve got our own home.
Still not sorted the internet out, but now have local cell phones, this seems to be the only Americanised word we’ve come across to date. I was able to contact the agent for HSBC in the SA and armed with passwords, PINS and account details we are off to the Correspondence branch to organise it, without a local bank account we cannot get broadband connection, rent a home, and buy a car, even if we paid cash up front.
HR is coming to pick us up in an hour and is taking us on another whistle stop tour, this is the first time Peter and I have had anytime to ourselves just to sit, drink coffee and relax. We are very grateful to all the assistance we’ve received from the company, to date. I’m looking forward to next week with both kids in school and Peter at work. I plan to spend it in the local mall. We’re not tight but there’s a hell of a difference with food costs and toiletries, cleaning materials etc so I really need to spend some time familiarising myself with it all.
Just got one little task to sort out today and that’s Medical Cover and locating a dentist. I chipped my front tooth this morning trying to hang up a shirt, I put the coat hanger in my mouth…..idiot.
We’re shopping today for Picnic food for tonight at the school. It’s their family Braai night (Barbeque), stuff for pack lunches and equipment for Dan for next week as he’s on work experience in the community working with disabled children; they call them handicapped and retarded here which will take a little bit of getting used to. I shall use the words Learning Difficulties as will Dan when he’s there. Dan will also be on camp next week and away from ‘home’ for a night.
Well if you’re reading this now, it means WE HAVE INTERNET…no mean feat without proof of residency. I.e. utility bill or bank account. But hold your horses, don’t get carried away. We are on pay as you go, spent £70 on a dongle as mine wouldn’t work over here…again thanks (NOT) to Vodafone for not being worldwide, however I bought a Vodacom sim and a Vodafone dongle……either you’re connected or you’re not.
Med aid forms completed today and in operation with immediate effect, bank account sorted. The kids had a grand day at school, Dan even came home and did his homework, *faints* The journey there and back in the afternoon was just as time consuming so that will be the deciding factor on where we choose to live. Alex said there was so much rain that the pool flooded and the swimming gala was put on hold. I drove both ways, refused to go on my own for the first time, but have no problem with the journey next week when Peter is at work. I shall be stopping off, when I collect the kids at 2pm via the Mall, the farm shop and the dairy on a daily basis.
Day one
Day 1 20th Jan
It is ‘silly o’clock’ here in South Africa. 6am local time, 4am in the UK, you’d think I had jet lag but there’s only a 2 hour time difference, the sun is shining (streaming in through bedroom window) and there’s a variety of birds with their varying noises, dogs howling that have woken me up. Is there anywhere in the world that doesn’t have bloody seagulls? The washing machine has been on and the clothes are hanging up in the garden. I’ve had several cups of tea and have sorted out all the new paperwork, rearranged drawers and kitchen cupboards, am fully dressed and raring to go. I shall sit here quietly for the next 2 hours, reading and await HR for what will be a very long day. The children aren’t too impressed as they are off to school today to purchase uniform, register for classes and meet their new class mates. Dan isn’t impressed with the uniform – short trousers, knee length socks and its all beige. School here starts at 7.30am and is finished by 2pm every day. Peter will take the boys in the mornings and I will collect. Depending on where we finally settle, if its close enough the boys can cycle to school. At the moment we are about a 10 minute walk from the mall and it is perfectly safe for us to walk to it.
Our apartment is in a secure, gated tenement block, basically it is blocks of flats all brick built, it’s peaceful, tastefully laid out and we have heard rumours there is a swimming pool here. It’s a bit like a holiday complex and is perfect for us, while we get our bearings, but not an environment I would like to stay in permanently.
This morning we left the kids in their pyjamas while we went car shopping to the Toyota dealer to buy a gas guzzler of a 4x4 Fortuner 4 litre and a V6 engine and additional fuel tank.
We were welcomed at the school, a quick whistle stop tour, purchased school uniform, went shopping for stationary supplies and ta dah!!! Alex had his hair cut. Spent nearly £400 as we couldn’t bring everything with us on the flight, slightly annoyed that most of the stuff we purchased today will be coming over on the boat in 8-12 weeks. The school uniform is so different from what the boys are used to and Dan bless him at 16 in 2 days time has to wear short trousers to school. The kids look like they are off on safari, the only complaint we had, was from Dan who drew the line at wearing Speedos and opted for the board shorts. He’s also refusing to pull his socks up, so we’re not hassling him about it, he’ll soon fall into line at school. He’s also insisting on wearing his shorts hanging off his hips. Kids here wear their trousers on their actual waist and therefore don’t need belt loops and their shorts don’t keep falling down.
We took a drive around 2 different types of housing estates, one is cluster housing and surrounds a private golf course in a security estate, houses are big and grand with small gardens and spa sized pools. The other estate which we all preferred has a perimeter fence which is manned, but far nicer houses and bigger gardens with pools you can actually swim in.
Back to the mall, the driving is confusing me, we are on the opposite side of the world, 12 hours away by plane and they drive on the left, even so I keep trying to get in the wrong side of the car and panic slightly at junctions….I keep assuming they should be on the opposite side of the road. We purchased pay as you go cell phones as we need 3 months of SA bank statements and proof of residency to enter into a contract and I bought a SIM card for the dongle, which doesn’t work.
The evening was spent drinking wine on the patio, while Dan and I sorted out our phones and sent texts to one another to check they worked, Alex and Pete watched a DVD. Kids were very tired and went to bed early so we watched the end of Desperate Housewives and an episode of CSI Vegas whilst eating marmite on toast…nomm nomm.
Arrival
Passport control was a breeze, collected 3 trolleys, free of charge, 5 cases came off together and the other 4 weren’t far behind, straight through customs and greeted by HR. It was bloody hot out there and by now we were all a little smelly. A car had been hired us, with a boot big enough for hand luggage only, Peter was given instructions on where to meet us and he drove off with the boys, HR and I took the cases to her car, one slight mishap with the lifts with her going up and down floors several times while I waited for the next lift. Loaded the car drove to Peter then whisked off to Centurion via Wimpey’s for a food stop and several drinks before driving past the boys new school to our apartment, 3 beds, (1 en suite) bathroom and open plan kitchen, dining room and lounge and outdoor space, nicely decorated. A house keeper comes Monday and Thursday am to clean, change the bedding and towels. We were left alone and the tears came again…WTF are we doing? But we’re here now.
Decided to head to Centurion Mall to purchase some food and have a mooch round, we enquired about internet and mobile phones to discover we need 3 months bank statements, not to worry HR is sorting out the finance for us tomorrow. The woman at the internet store asked for our address so she could check coverage, I replied ‘No 60’, she said ‘No. 60 where?’ I don’t know…I know how to get there….lol.
So many things the same and so many are different, there’s Woolworths, more M&S quality, Body care, Fossil, Birthday’s the card shop and their own version of Primark called Mr Price. Culturally we text, a lift isn’t called an elevator and the sense of humour is good, customer service so far is far higher than the UK. Food in the super market is much higher than back home with a box of cereal costing £4 and toiletries are almost double, but then fuel is only 70p (ish) a litre. Why isn’t the word ‘ish’ in the English language dictionary yet?
We came back to the apartment, I drove, HR came round as Peter was preparing a salad and set up her laptop with the internet so the boys could face book and I sneaked in a quick tweet or two.
We drank wine, I sat in the garden and smoked looking at the moon, trying to work out which way is North so I could give you all a little wave. Kids settled into bed well, they have school tomorrow and we’re off to sort banks, phones and a car for me.
I’m now lying in bed, having unpacked and for the first time in over a month we’re not living out of suitcases. But this place is only temporary and next week I’m off house hunting so we’ll have to pack up again and move on.
Departure
Departure
I’ve blogged before about body scanners at airports and I don’t have a problem with them at all, and we were all quite disappointed on this occasion not to pass through them, Alex and I set the alarm off, and we were’ wanded’ and patted down....I had to give permission for Alex, he had a £1 coin in his pocket, I had metal studs on my boots, Dan sailed through and Peter, who sets the scanners off every bloody flight, passed through without incident only to be told we search people randomly and today we choose you.
We had a piece of hand luggage each and 4 laptops, an Xbox, a stereo, a hand help computer, various articles of clothing and even a cuddly toy on the conveyor belt..it took bloody ages to repack.
The flight with Air France was fantastic, we had wine and snacks, arrived at Charles de Gaulle and found a pod I could go and have a smoke in...before I lit up I inhaled at least 1 cigarette from the last visitor in there.
We flew on the airbus, on the lower deck and the flight was almost empty, we spread ourselves out and managed to lie down across the seats and get a decent kip, this was after the glass of champagne and dinner washed down with yet more wine and a movie.
Dan and I kept looking at one another and taking it in turns to cry, with relief that we were finally going, the family we will miss, then bursting into giggles at the thought of what we were doing...moving to the other side of the world to a country we’d never even visited.
I’ve blogged before about body scanners at airports and I don’t have a problem with them at all, and we were all quite disappointed on this occasion not to pass through them, Alex and I set the alarm off, and we were’ wanded’ and patted down....I had to give permission for Alex, he had a £1 coin in his pocket, I had metal studs on my boots, Dan sailed through and Peter, who sets the scanners off every bloody flight, passed through without incident only to be told we search people randomly and today we choose you.
We had a piece of hand luggage each and 4 laptops, an Xbox, a stereo, a hand help computer, various articles of clothing and even a cuddly toy on the conveyor belt..it took bloody ages to repack.
The flight with Air France was fantastic, we had wine and snacks, arrived at Charles de Gaulle and found a pod I could go and have a smoke in...before I lit up I inhaled at least 1 cigarette from the last visitor in there.
We flew on the airbus, on the lower deck and the flight was almost empty, we spread ourselves out and managed to lie down across the seats and get a decent kip, this was after the glass of champagne and dinner washed down with yet more wine and a movie.
Dan and I kept looking at one another and taking it in turns to cry, with relief that we were finally going, the family we will miss, then bursting into giggles at the thought of what we were doing...moving to the other side of the world to a country we’d never even visited.
Bloody Check in
Checked in online...follow the instructions on the screen to print your boarding cards, pay for extra luggage and select your seats.....easy?...no....I managed to print the boarding passes for Manchester to Paris.....trip to the airport...I explained my problem and was told to come back at check in.....No, I would like to know now how much our 5 extra bags are as I don’t want to be in for a surprise later.....
Well Christine from Air France was not the most helpful person even when I explained it’s a one way trip with husband and 2 kids and I could really do without the hassle later on......so home I went, repacked and checked the weight of our 9 suitcases, went to the post office, handed in a lost wallet at the police station, tidied the flat and hung around till 4pm.....
Taxi (small transit arrived) straight forward trip to the airport, three trolleys, no rows, off to Costa for coffee, no queue at check in....extra bags....£45 each, bit of a palaver as the girls tried to work out who to assign the additional cases too....1 extra case per person, no probs...but the 5th extra case £175....I hit the roof, well actually, I thanked the girls for their assistance and we took our 5 cases to the Air France desk to pay for them before they could go in the hold and hit the roof there.
I calmly explained to the woman that I had come to the airport this morning to sort this all out as I’d had the option of Peter’s company sending a case out for us, but the office was now shut. It was suggested I repacked in the airport, but as I explained still calmly ‘what would I do with the excess luggage?’ as 9 cases will not pack into 8 and 4 cases had already been sent off down the conveyor belt. The woman at the desk looked at me blankly, offered no suggestions other than keep repeating the company policy to me...so I cried and spoke fairly loudly to explain (again) this is the exact reason I came to the airport this morning to avoid this stress...we are on a one way trip and I don’t need the hassle...she picked up the phone, muttered something and put me onto the supervisor at KLM.
I repeated the whole saga, for the millionth time, she explained she wasn’t able to override the computer system, agreed that Christine on the desk this morning should’ve have been able to answer my questions and give me the information I requested and said the matter would be dealt with, she then provided me with the address to make a complaint, took £292 off us, which included a 20% discount that we would have received if the online service had been working....I snarled at the woman on the counter and off we went.
Well Christine from Air France was not the most helpful person even when I explained it’s a one way trip with husband and 2 kids and I could really do without the hassle later on......so home I went, repacked and checked the weight of our 9 suitcases, went to the post office, handed in a lost wallet at the police station, tidied the flat and hung around till 4pm.....
Taxi (small transit arrived) straight forward trip to the airport, three trolleys, no rows, off to Costa for coffee, no queue at check in....extra bags....£45 each, bit of a palaver as the girls tried to work out who to assign the additional cases too....1 extra case per person, no probs...but the 5th extra case £175....I hit the roof, well actually, I thanked the girls for their assistance and we took our 5 cases to the Air France desk to pay for them before they could go in the hold and hit the roof there.
I calmly explained to the woman that I had come to the airport this morning to sort this all out as I’d had the option of Peter’s company sending a case out for us, but the office was now shut. It was suggested I repacked in the airport, but as I explained still calmly ‘what would I do with the excess luggage?’ as 9 cases will not pack into 8 and 4 cases had already been sent off down the conveyor belt. The woman at the desk looked at me blankly, offered no suggestions other than keep repeating the company policy to me...so I cried and spoke fairly loudly to explain (again) this is the exact reason I came to the airport this morning to avoid this stress...we are on a one way trip and I don’t need the hassle...she picked up the phone, muttered something and put me onto the supervisor at KLM.
I repeated the whole saga, for the millionth time, she explained she wasn’t able to override the computer system, agreed that Christine on the desk this morning should’ve have been able to answer my questions and give me the information I requested and said the matter would be dealt with, she then provided me with the address to make a complaint, took £292 off us, which included a 20% discount that we would have received if the online service had been working....I snarled at the woman on the counter and off we went.
Saying good bye
Can’t stand this hanging around, it’s driving me mad. The four of us moved out of a 6 bed house last week and came to Manchester to a 2 bed flat, the kids are sharing a bed, they are 15 & 11, we have 1 TV and 2 bathrooms, we are all getting on one another’s nerves, there’s no bloody internet, mobile phone reception is poor and I have to keep going outside to smoke, down two flights of stairs, spend more time out than in.
Bloody removal firm said they would be very busy after Christmas so needed to empty house so they could ship our stuff out in the New Year...then informed us...they can’t ship it out till they get our visas....FFS.
After spending the week driving round the UK, some very painful farewells for the kids, dropping off additional forms then finally collecting the visas...we were driving back to Manchester Friday evening when the phone rang from SA, ‘we’ve hired a car for you, you do have International driving licences, don’t you?’
Please stop making us jump through hoops...can’t wait to get out there now and start the next chapter.
Bloody removal firm said they would be very busy after Christmas so needed to empty house so they could ship our stuff out in the New Year...then informed us...they can’t ship it out till they get our visas....FFS.
After spending the week driving round the UK, some very painful farewells for the kids, dropping off additional forms then finally collecting the visas...we were driving back to Manchester Friday evening when the phone rang from SA, ‘we’ve hired a car for you, you do have International driving licences, don’t you?’
Please stop making us jump through hoops...can’t wait to get out there now and start the next chapter.
Adventures of an English/Welsh family in South Africa
Mid September Peter was approached by his company to transfer to South Africa to work, it was a topic we had discussed for a long time, the opportunity to live and work abroad. Our family motto should be...’yeah go on then, why not?’ We think nothing of getting in the car and driving for several hours just to ‘pop somewhere’ and return in the same day. Most of our family and friends need a lot more planning time than us and would probably stay overnight if they travelled to London or Manchester to a football match. So to us a move to South Africa was just another ‘day out’. Nobody took any convincing of moving out, with the internet for face book and mine and Dan’s beloved twitter and of course Skype it wouldn’t be a problem.
We arrived in South Africa on the 19th January 2011.
We arrived in South Africa on the 19th January 2011.
Thursday, 13 January 2011
We're Off-after our tour of the UK
Sunday moved into company flat in Manchester.
Tuesday night stayed in Elstree, London at Premier Inn, ready to submit paperwork to High Commission.
Wednesday night stayed at Travel Lodge, Reading, spent time with son before leaving.
Thursday night stayed in Bath,with MIL, via Malvern to check on house and collect post.
Friday-Monday back in Manchester, via another trip to the High Commission to collect the visas.
Tuesday South Africa.
Tuesday night stayed in Elstree, London at Premier Inn, ready to submit paperwork to High Commission.
Wednesday night stayed at Travel Lodge, Reading, spent time with son before leaving.
Thursday night stayed in Bath,with MIL, via Malvern to check on house and collect post.
Friday-Monday back in Manchester, via another trip to the High Commission to collect the visas.
Tuesday South Africa.
Monday, 10 January 2011
An update on the update of the update
For those of you that read 'An update of the update on the move to South Africa' last week, this is what we're doing now.
Left the house yesterday and now staying in company flat in Manchester, it's a two bed and the kids are not only sharing a room, which is alien to them, they are also sharing a bed.
Some major tears last night and the boys, Dan aged 15 and Alex aged 11, sat and cuddled on the sofa for most of the evening as they had said goodbye to their dad and blamed me as he drove away.
Normal service soon resumed and kids were arguing, then Alex disappeared and refused to come from under the bed. A bit of furniture moving followed and I managed to find a BT hot spot, internet connected, text to dad to tell him to go on skype and for the next hour Alex giggled away, then went to bed happily.
Hubby is in Dublin today with work and the boys and I are off to the Trafford Centre today. We are anxiously waiting the email which says Alex has passed his exam and we can formally offer you a school place in the year above, they are full in his school year, as/when that happens we drive to London on Wednesday present our final documentation and they then tell us when the visas are ready. Maybe in a few hours, maybe the following day, maybe next week. Then it's book the flights and off we go.
If we don't get the school place we have some back up plans, get a place at another school that has space for him, no exam required, go to London and follow as above.
Will keep you all posted.
Left the house yesterday and now staying in company flat in Manchester, it's a two bed and the kids are not only sharing a room, which is alien to them, they are also sharing a bed.
Some major tears last night and the boys, Dan aged 15 and Alex aged 11, sat and cuddled on the sofa for most of the evening as they had said goodbye to their dad and blamed me as he drove away.
Normal service soon resumed and kids were arguing, then Alex disappeared and refused to come from under the bed. A bit of furniture moving followed and I managed to find a BT hot spot, internet connected, text to dad to tell him to go on skype and for the next hour Alex giggled away, then went to bed happily.
Hubby is in Dublin today with work and the boys and I are off to the Trafford Centre today. We are anxiously waiting the email which says Alex has passed his exam and we can formally offer you a school place in the year above, they are full in his school year, as/when that happens we drive to London on Wednesday present our final documentation and they then tell us when the visas are ready. Maybe in a few hours, maybe the following day, maybe next week. Then it's book the flights and off we go.
If we don't get the school place we have some back up plans, get a place at another school that has space for him, no exam required, go to London and follow as above.
Will keep you all posted.
Friday, 7 January 2011
An update on the update to South Africa
We took all our documentation to the High Commission in December, we used an agency as we were getting nowhere on our own.
We had chest x-rays and police checks to check we were clear of TB and didn't have a criminal record. Bit of an effing cheek if you ask me, considering where we are going. We did a last minute dash the night before, armed with a bottle of Whiskey to our friends who is a Doctor to sign a form we forgot to say we were of sound mind and body, made applications and paid deposits to the new school and were told to come back today on the 7th January to collect the visas.
All our furniture was removed from the house on Christmas eve, we've been living with decorators ready to rent the house out, had gas and electricity safety checks carried out and the window cleaners, house and carpet cleaners are booked to come in next week, and my oven looks better than new.
We had a tenant lined up for January the 14th, 6 months deposit paid up front and by the way can we move in our 5 cats and 1 dog, oh and can we can't pay the 6 months up front now....agents checked with previous landlord and although they cleared credit checks, they had been given notice to quit their previous place. So we said no thanks. But then she came back with 'can I put the tenancy agreement in my Mother and Sisters name?' looks like they were subletting. It was Husband and wife plus 2 kids, plus mother and sister and boyfriend with 5 cats and 1 dog...lucky escape...so now back looking for new tenants.
Oh and don't forget the saga of the car. Only £1,000 to take it. Came back to us on Tuesday to say actually it's £1,500 then let us know yesterday that we need export and import certificates, vehicle has to have certificate of steam cleaning, 3 independent valuations, original receipt for purchase...Fuck it...got too much to do so on Sunday I will take the car to my parents and they can sell the dam thing for me.
Despite paying the deposits and 2 years school fees up front, the school, which was closed from 4th January till yesterday came back to say we have a place for Dan but not Alex, so can he sit an exam to see if he'll cope moving up a year, doubtful, he's dyslexic and it affects reading, writing and comprehension. Kids aren't in school at the moment so contacted his old school which doesn't go back till Monday and they arranged for him to sit the exam today and emailed it back to South Africa, which will be marked on Monday.
So, when do we get our visas?
We go to the High Commission on Wednesday with the paperwork, assuming he passes the exam (had a quick sneak at the paper, it was testing his literacy and numeracy, we ignored the Afrikaans bit, I'm fairly sure he'll pass) And we wait....maybe 4 hrs, maybe the following day, maybe a week or more, but at least we'll know for defiant when the visa is ready for collection.
In the meantime, I have one more trip to the tip, neighbour has taken the rest of the stuff for charity, valet the car, pick Steph up for one last visit and meet Hubby in Bath to see MIL, as friends are taking the dining room table and chairs back to her. Sunday off to my parents with the car then we drive in convoy (ex husband is bringing the kids and their luggage) to the company flat in Manchester, hubby is off to Dublin for 2 days with work and we have a hotel booked in Reading where my son works so we can have one last visit with him after we've been to the High Commission, then back to Manchester maybe for a week, maybe just one night.
I promise as soon as we get those bloody visas, I shall be telling the world in one simple tweet.
We had chest x-rays and police checks to check we were clear of TB and didn't have a criminal record. Bit of an effing cheek if you ask me, considering where we are going. We did a last minute dash the night before, armed with a bottle of Whiskey to our friends who is a Doctor to sign a form we forgot to say we were of sound mind and body, made applications and paid deposits to the new school and were told to come back today on the 7th January to collect the visas.
All our furniture was removed from the house on Christmas eve, we've been living with decorators ready to rent the house out, had gas and electricity safety checks carried out and the window cleaners, house and carpet cleaners are booked to come in next week, and my oven looks better than new.
We had a tenant lined up for January the 14th, 6 months deposit paid up front and by the way can we move in our 5 cats and 1 dog, oh and can we can't pay the 6 months up front now....agents checked with previous landlord and although they cleared credit checks, they had been given notice to quit their previous place. So we said no thanks. But then she came back with 'can I put the tenancy agreement in my Mother and Sisters name?' looks like they were subletting. It was Husband and wife plus 2 kids, plus mother and sister and boyfriend with 5 cats and 1 dog...lucky escape...so now back looking for new tenants.
Oh and don't forget the saga of the car. Only £1,000 to take it. Came back to us on Tuesday to say actually it's £1,500 then let us know yesterday that we need export and import certificates, vehicle has to have certificate of steam cleaning, 3 independent valuations, original receipt for purchase...Fuck it...got too much to do so on Sunday I will take the car to my parents and they can sell the dam thing for me.
Despite paying the deposits and 2 years school fees up front, the school, which was closed from 4th January till yesterday came back to say we have a place for Dan but not Alex, so can he sit an exam to see if he'll cope moving up a year, doubtful, he's dyslexic and it affects reading, writing and comprehension. Kids aren't in school at the moment so contacted his old school which doesn't go back till Monday and they arranged for him to sit the exam today and emailed it back to South Africa, which will be marked on Monday.
So, when do we get our visas?
We go to the High Commission on Wednesday with the paperwork, assuming he passes the exam (had a quick sneak at the paper, it was testing his literacy and numeracy, we ignored the Afrikaans bit, I'm fairly sure he'll pass) And we wait....maybe 4 hrs, maybe the following day, maybe a week or more, but at least we'll know for defiant when the visa is ready for collection.
In the meantime, I have one more trip to the tip, neighbour has taken the rest of the stuff for charity, valet the car, pick Steph up for one last visit and meet Hubby in Bath to see MIL, as friends are taking the dining room table and chairs back to her. Sunday off to my parents with the car then we drive in convoy (ex husband is bringing the kids and their luggage) to the company flat in Manchester, hubby is off to Dublin for 2 days with work and we have a hotel booked in Reading where my son works so we can have one last visit with him after we've been to the High Commission, then back to Manchester maybe for a week, maybe just one night.
I promise as soon as we get those bloody visas, I shall be telling the world in one simple tweet.
Wednesday, 5 January 2011
South Africa
Email recieved from the agency this morning in response to our question...'What else do we need to do to get our Visas.'
We have sent emails and attempted to get hold of the High Commission telephonically and the phones simply go to voice mail. I cannot assure you that the permits will be ready on Friday as the application will not be processed without the outstanding documentation.
We are continuing our effects to get hold of the High Commission.
So there you go....we know no more now than we did 5 minutes ago
We have sent emails and attempted to get hold of the High Commission telephonically and the phones simply go to voice mail. I cannot assure you that the permits will be ready on Friday as the application will not be processed without the outstanding documentation.
We are continuing our effects to get hold of the High Commission.
So there you go....we know no more now than we did 5 minutes ago
Tuesday, 4 January 2011
Why do I blog?
I tend to blog when I post a tweet and get several replies and it's easier to blog than it is to reply to everyone. I also tend blog when things are getting me down and I need to get stuff off my chest.
What do I like about a blog?
I don't read alot of blogs these days, to be honest they infuriate me. Been there, done that. 'My child isn't sleeping' 'I co-sleep do you?' 'at what age should I allow my child to watch TV?' then there's all the 'my child is so...funny/clever/talented' yuk yuk yuk. This is just my opinion and whether you agree with the statements above or not I'm not really interested...you see, wait till your kids get older and become teens, but until that happens you'll read my posts and say 'I won't let that happen' or 'I will raise my kids better than that so they don't behave that way'
So what do I want?
I want to read honest posts, no holding back, can't abide those tweets that read 'need inspiration for a blog post'
So if you feel like me or think you have something I might like to read then do let me know.
What do I like about a blog?
I don't read alot of blogs these days, to be honest they infuriate me. Been there, done that. 'My child isn't sleeping' 'I co-sleep do you?' 'at what age should I allow my child to watch TV?' then there's all the 'my child is so...funny/clever/talented' yuk yuk yuk. This is just my opinion and whether you agree with the statements above or not I'm not really interested...you see, wait till your kids get older and become teens, but until that happens you'll read my posts and say 'I won't let that happen' or 'I will raise my kids better than that so they don't behave that way'
So what do I want?
I want to read honest posts, no holding back, can't abide those tweets that read 'need inspiration for a blog post'
So if you feel like me or think you have something I might like to read then do let me know.
Friday, 31 December 2010
Follow Friday #FF
As many of you know, we are emigrating to South Africa sometime in the next 2-3 weeks. I am hazy with the dates as we are at the mercy of the South African High Commission. We have had 13 weeks since we were asked to move with Hubbies job and in that time we have had the house redecorated, rented it out, sold loads of stuff and the rest is now in transit. The 2 boys are staying with their father and grand mother and hubby and I are dividing our time with our other 3 children, all adults now and family and friends.
I've not been the best tweeter recently and have been asking for lots of help and am aware I've made few replies. Internet use is now restricted to coffee shops and libriaries and neighbours we can bribe for their wep key.
This week I would like to say a big thank you and mention these lovely people on my #FF list
@Adrian_J_S @peterbrowning @CymraesCoch @onerubberband @iaingilmour @chris_swan @stephiemalverns @iflibble @EG75 @LJB41 @scrummycupcake @littlebead @deafdotty @LexxClarke @ethel_godrich @PembDave @LynnCherylEde @design_blah @valbarella @grealis @jobywanuk @littlebead @CaptainTom3 @Amarranth @FrauHopkins @Feroxtrout @thetechrevo @juliebrooke85 @7breaths_ @focusonsally @pennynash @stellian
Some of you I don't even follow but you replied with helpful links and advice for which I am very very grateful.
I've not been the best tweeter recently and have been asking for lots of help and am aware I've made few replies. Internet use is now restricted to coffee shops and libriaries and neighbours we can bribe for their wep key.
This week I would like to say a big thank you and mention these lovely people on my #FF list
@Adrian_J_S @peterbrowning @CymraesCoch @onerubberband @iaingilmour @chris_swan @stephiemalverns @iflibble @EG75 @LJB41 @scrummycupcake @littlebead @deafdotty @LexxClarke @ethel_godrich @PembDave @LynnCherylEde @design_blah @valbarella @grealis @jobywanuk @littlebead @CaptainTom3 @Amarranth @FrauHopkins @Feroxtrout @thetechrevo @juliebrooke85 @7breaths_ @focusonsally @pennynash @stellian
Some of you I don't even follow but you replied with helpful links and advice for which I am very very grateful.
Monday, 27 December 2010
Life sucks sometimes
This is me and my step daughter Stephanie,she's 22, she's not coming with us to South Africa.
How can we leave her behind?
We'll let you know once we're out there
Tuesday, 21 December 2010
Update-South Africa
The house is rented as from January 14th, they are paying 6 months rent in advance, the mortgage company have agreed, the buildings and gas insurance is sorted.
Off shore bank accounts have been opened and money deposited, old bank accounts will be closed in new year.
Visas ready for collection January 7th from London.
Furniture is packed and is being removed tomorrow.
New front doors are stuck in Yorkshire, but firm coming tomorrow to remove front door and rehang for removal firm.
What's left to do? Sell the car (tweet me if interested)several trips to charity shops and the tip before we depart, letters to write to inform companies of change of address and have to book oven, house and carpet cleaners.
Christmas is being spent in a hotel in Reading where my son works and has got us a fantastic deal, new year with neighbours and friends, a couple of football matches and that is it.
And to think we were only asked to if we would be interested in moving out there the middle of September.
Off shore bank accounts have been opened and money deposited, old bank accounts will be closed in new year.
Visas ready for collection January 7th from London.
Furniture is packed and is being removed tomorrow.
New front doors are stuck in Yorkshire, but firm coming tomorrow to remove front door and rehang for removal firm.
What's left to do? Sell the car (tweet me if interested)several trips to charity shops and the tip before we depart, letters to write to inform companies of change of address and have to book oven, house and carpet cleaners.
Christmas is being spent in a hotel in Reading where my son works and has got us a fantastic deal, new year with neighbours and friends, a couple of football matches and that is it.
And to think we were only asked to if we would be interested in moving out there the middle of September.
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