MY EPIPHANY

Why I left England—a true story— all because of a sparrow!

Approximately 1972.

I was standing at a bustop on my way to work in Sheffield. There was a little old lady and an old man in front of me.

It was pissing down with rain and freezing cold.

On top of the bus shelter was a little sparrow and he was singing away despite the bad weather. The little old lady said “Oh listen to that bird sing——int it luvly?

The grumpy old man responded “ Well I don’t know what the hell it’s got to ##//*** chirp about!!!”

Six months later I was at the South African Embassy in London doing my interview to live and work there.

I was in S Africa best part of 8 years.