You know I’ve got great folks. They have lived in South Africa for the last 17 years, and this week I have been in the UK to welcome them back home again, now as pensioners. They have gone to live in Wales. I drove them there, the place where my dad spent a lot of his childhood.
It is strange being in the UK. I find it cold and damp. The houses are small and I can’t stand that people walk around with their shoes on, even with that terribly unhygenic wall-to-wall carpeting housing goodness knows what variety of germs. I guess I have become too European, if that is possible?
My folks are so easy to be pleased with the small things in life. It’s just a pleasure to be with them. They love taking a walk through the old town, to find a small market selling fresh meat, and the butcher making funny jokes, enough to motivate my mum to buy some fine pork chops. My dad loves the old book shops, and my mum the charity shops, and the coffee shops with the enormous variety of cakes asking to be eating displayed in the windows. They are renting a house, that is not a palace, and they just see warmth and a home. My dad is seeing the flowers that will pop up their heads in Spring, and the fine herb garden he will fix for my mum.
If we were all like my parents life would be so simple, no greed or jealously, just appreciation for what they have… which is not much, not bitterness for what they have lost. I applaud my folks, they are wonderful!