Having an early tea in one of my favourite Lake District pubs this afternoon, my daughter and I could not overhear a customer complaining about her food - she had ordered a plain baguette but I think she was served with a filled baguette. She flung her arms into the air and screached "what is this?!", she promptly told the waiter he could do her a big favour by "going to the kitchen and getting her what she asked for".
As I was tucking into an oversized cheese and pickle baguette, accompanied by homemade chips and coleslaw, I could not help but be reminded of how incredibly lucky we are in this country to have food at our disposable, unlike our sisters in Africa.
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I work for an NGO that works with rural women in South Africa one of my colleagues was telling me about a women she interviewed yesterday who lives in a mud hut and is pregnant with her eighth child, her husband has other wives and she battles to feed her kids. Yes, a big reality check! And I go home and moan about my noisy neighbors in my lovely big brick house.
ReplyDeleteI found your lovely blog through Clare above. Yes, I agree with you. We must be more conscious of giving rather than complaining of our lot in life, Especially when we who live with plenty complain about the weather, our jobs, our nosy so and so's...
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