As son to an English father living in Spain, one thing really stuck with me from our first years.
When we first got here the house needed renovating, and it was hot. Really, really hot. Southern Spain hot, in the country, hazy lines in the distance.
My Dad, coming down from fixing tiles onto the porch, his face is running with sweat, red as a beet, sweat running down everywhere. He wipes his face with his handkerchief and says:
“When’s the tea coming?”
Tea, in thirty-five degree celsius, full-blast midday sun. What kind of Nation-wide illness infect English minds?
I am sad to say that now I too have caught this affliction.
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