On the phone to his granny, eldest boy describes his last week thusly:
On Monday, I go to Spanish club after school, and I’m learning the Spanish alphabet, so now I know four alphabets, English, Greek, Arabic and Spanish…on Thursdays I go to soccer club with my friend, and he’s partly from Egypt and partly from America and he’s so funny, you should hear his jokes and he’s definitely coming for a sleepover next week…and last night, we went to our friends’ house for Happy Diwali…what? Diwali is Indian celebration – yes, they’re Indian, but they live here now – and all of the house has beautiful lights hanging from the ceiling and also this special coloured sand in patterns outside their doors…younger brother? No he’s not home, because he’s gone to the beach with his friend…hmmm? Oh, she’s from Australia, but not our part of Australia. Have you heard of Sydney?
Sydney?? How exotic!
It’s our kids though, who manage to summarise everything so perfectly. He sounds like a bright one, that one…
Sydney?
That’s the one on the same latitude as Adelaide, isn’t it?