Over the last 4 to 5 years I've written about many of the witty or interesting stories that happen when a British couple come to live in Turkey, more as a (hopefully) amusing insight into the life and lifestyle than anything else. Humour, and seeking humour from all situations, even bad ones is my interest, and I hope one or two tales were enjoyed by one or two readers.
It has always been my intention to stop these stories from the life of the Scunners once we left, and my life is my own again and I will. However, as a final tale, I thought I would tell you all about our girl's transition from Turkish to Scottish school.
Turkish school (ATA anyway) is very focused on the 3 R's - English, Turkish and Maths
and we wondered where they would compare to British eight year olds. My guess was their Turkish might be better
, their English worse and their maths way ahead. I was right.
We planned to return later than now, but I had the idea that joining a new school in the run up to Christmas would be a wonderful time to do it. Again, I was right
We visited the school on Monday and an absolutely lovely headmaster chatted with them and showed them their classroom, introduced them to their classmates and showed the various important parts of the school.
On Tuesday there were two very nervous people driving to school for their first day. Not the twins, me and Steph
This feeling stayed with me all day, a small numb pain in the pit of my stomach, till we collected them. Two girls emerged, buzzing with excitement. After getting them in the car, we had to listen to two lists of "new friends we've made".
Next day, we took them to school and they kids line up in their classes in the playground. Ranks were broken as children ran to hug the twins as they approached. That afternoon, it was a school outing to see "The Snow Queen" panto at the theatre.
Today, Christmas party.
I wondered for many days how our girls would adjust to Scottish school. Actually, adults worry, kids just get on with it. Could they embrace Scotland and the Scottish way? Well, today I asked Abbie what they had for lunch.
"Mince and tatties".
Job done I think
We loved Fethiye, and we love Scotland just as much
