Does the life of a family of 4 fit into 7 suitcases? Yes it does. Just.

My husband and l traded a comfortable and sunny middle class life in South Africa for a cloudy, less comfortable and infinitely more foreign existence in England. Our friends called us crazy. We called it an adventure. The jury’s still out on who was right. Armed with 7 pieces of luggage and 2 children under 5, we’ve set up life in a terraced house the size of our double garage in South Africa. Although we share with the British a shady imperialist history, the English language (supposedly) and we drive on the same side of the road…that’s pretty much where the similarities end. I’ve spent the last couple of months learning just how different we are. I’ve decided to record these discoveries because some are so amusing/shameful/shocking/interesting I’d be selfish not to share them. Also, I drink a lot of wine in the evenings so I may forget. This blog will remind me.

King Shaka Airport Durban - 4 March 2013