Wherever I lay my head

A couple of things happened over the weekend. Small things but they made me wonder – Mrs P almost knocked a cyclist over because he was cycling against the traffic on a one way street with no lights at 8 pm. When we got to the restaurant we found none of the wait staff spoke English so our Egyptian friend was struggling a little. Then because of the earlier incident, Mrs P understandably did not want to drive home so I drove – as I pulled out of the car park, two women ran across the drive way. Now the common theme is that all these incidents involved foreign workers and tourists in one way or another – as Emerson once wrote, you can never go home again. Time to emigrate.