We had one of those stupid late nights last night. You know the type – staying up really, really late for no good reason at all. The kind you assume you will grow out of when you leave your teens behind but, it appears, you don’t.
So we decided not to set our usual 8am alarm, knowing that we could rely on Uller to wake us up before we lost half the day. And she did, bless her. At 8.04am.
We’ve just met an interesting couple on the campsite. It’s hard to convey sarcasm when you don’t have the benefit of tone of voice so you’ll have to trust me when I say that I am saying the word ‘interesting’ in a sarcastic way. You know me, you’ve all heard it before, some more than others. The conversation went something like this;
Him: You’ve got a southern accent, you have. Come on then, where are you from?
Him: Oh, the posh bit. Of course we could already tell you were posh because of your posh motorhome.
Now, why is it OK for him to call me posh because I have a southern accent, but would almost certainly be deemed unacceptable for me to call him common because he has a northern accent? And our ‘posh’ 22 year old motorhome? This is from someone who has a Mercedes Sprinter van conversion, only a few years old, with personalised number plates which is probably worth about 3 times ours. Never mind, let’s move on. He grabs my arm and drags me to the edge of the campsite to point out the solar hot water tank on the roof of a nearby house.
Him: Do you know what that is?
Me: Um, yes. Solar hot water.
Him: And have you seen the PV panels. Do you know what PV panels are?
Me: Um, yes. Photovoltaic. They produce electricity.
Him: Oh, so you know your solar? You’ve got brains then?
Me: Um, well, not really. It’s just that we had solar hot water when we lived in Australia and we have a PV panel on the roof of the motorhome.
After establishing that I wouldn’t know his relatives in Sydney (a city of over 4 million people) because I had lived in Adelaide (over 1000km away), we moved back to solar energy. He was very proud to tell me that they spend the winter travelling in their motorhome and for the last three years have relied solely on the solar energy. He has also just set up a solar system at home. Great, good for him.
Him: You’ve parked the wrong way though – your door should be on the south side for the sun.
D: There’s a good reason for that. The wind comes from the north. It has been very windy and if we park the other way, with the cooker & fridge vents facing north, the gas will blow out.
Him: But the fridge is now on the south side, which means it is working too hard. You should have parked the other way.
I guess he is right that the fridge wouldn’t have to work so hard if we were parked the other way. In fact, it wouldn’t have to work at all once it had blown out. D made up an excuse about having to get back to do the dishes and I didn’t bother with an excuse at all. They have now parked behind us and will be here for a couple of days. So far, D has been diplomatic, but I suspect the next post could be another one of D’s rants.