Speaking “badly” on the holy land?

Number of headlice sightings in my hair: 5 (including one FULLY GROWN adult female). 

I have been wondering if I might get struck down by the Lord for speaking badly on Israel as my last few posts have been on illness, bugs and national disasters.  Indeed we are not allowed to speak badly about Israel.  The first people to do that in the Bible probably wished they didn’t.  However I think it’s important to know the facts before you make aliyah.  The number of people who turn up here based on an ideology and do an about turn when they realise it’s actually not so easy to live here is quite high and I think honesty is the best policy here. 

[Note: I DO ACTUALLY LOVE IT HERE. DESPITE THE BUGS]

Several people have called us up concerned that we may have been affected by the Carmel fires.  Can I just point out we live in KARMIEL not the Carmel mountains, and its 35 miles away.  The new owners of our house informed us that one really smart person even called up our old house in London and left a message wishing us well.  (I bet I know who that was).  Thankfully we have had some rain which should have dealt with the last of it.  Sadly aprart from the lives lost israel has also lsot a beautiful kibbutz and a nature reserve, not to mention trees and trees and trees.

So this evening I was feeling much better so off we went to a local quiz for english speakers. I am a complete geek and have always loved these things.  We were the youngest people by about 30 years so we  knew we were dead in the water.  Luckily I befriended a lovely elderly lady from south africa and she prevented us from having an embarrasing loss. (I was determined NOT to lose to the essex table, that would have been really really embarassing.) By the way, has anyone else noticed how Jamie on the Apprentice (the Jewish boy from Essex) speaks Very Slowly and Clearly in an attempt to sound more posh??? It drives me nuts.  Reminds me of my old boss.

The questions were totally ageist and we were massively disadvantaged (despite us having, er, resourceful mobile phone skills).  Still we made a good stab at it and scored ourselves the booby prize – mini calculators.  So now we dont have to buy one for Jojo when he starts school in 4 years (I can just picture the covnersation now “WHADDYA MEAN YOU HAVE TO HAVE A SPECIAL ONE?? THIS WAS ONE WAS FREE! AND ANYWAY A CALCULATOR IS A CALCULATOR!”)

So after we arrived I was confidently telling my friend how since I married my husband I ALWAYS buy raffle tickets as he has some luck thing going on and always wins us a prize.  So when she won a cookbook I was pretty miffed. I love cookbooks. especially charity ones – they always have some really hilariously appalling recipes involving margerine or parev whip and a few real gems.  Anyway I perked up when we won first prize.  🙂 Come Thursday we are going out to breakfast to a nice local restaurant.  My friend reckons they rigged it so us young folk would come to the next event.  Well it worked as we definitely will.  I have no problem with being bought.

By the way, following last post  husband has redeemed himself.  Bought me a 7 kilo washing machine with matching dryer.  Am now (almost)keeping up with the Joneses (or rather the rabbis wife nextdoor) who has an 8 kilo one.  But then she does have 9 more children than I do.