An everyday normal

The internet has carried on the grand tradition of book publishing, in producing works which claim a timeless knowledge of how humans are. The slightest glance at history, or your own street, will suggest they are capable of having very different standards of normal.  I'm not sure I thought it normal that dad went to Spain, two weeks on, two seeks off, but I didn't think it abnormal.  To be honest I was probably nine and didn't think about it at all.

Dad had left school at 14; got an engineering apprenticeship at 16 and gone to make the machine tools that made the weapons that gave the Nazi Menace a kicking.  At some point between being rehoused by Hermann Goering and defending the nation of his birth with a rifle he never fired, he worked out that being covered in oil was not what he wanted out of life so switched to design engineering.

At some point he joined Fords. He went to America. I have the letters he sent to mum.  I can't read them. He would nip to Germany for the day through Stansted, when it was a post-war Nissen affair.  In 1973 Ford decided to take advance of Spain's many charms and in quick order got permission to build what is there largest plant outside the US.


Dad was back and forth, bringing the gift of very cheap oranges.  He and mum took Spanish lessons - a thing that took 3rd place, after Italian and German.  I got a Valencia football shirt out of it. 


We are nipping back the way we came and going near the plant.  As ever, Google Reviews.  I am taken by Prodanu's of two month's ago

If u deliver at iw here u make check in and after go there


I'm not sure what to make of the rest of the, so I won't.











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