One of my Dad’s favourite expressions was ‘spitting feathers.’ It meant his mouth was dry and he was desperate for a decent British cuppa. He’s always had the British workmen’s unquenchable thirst for tea and this is no different abroad.
Combine this with a holiday in the former Yugoslavia (back in the 1980s), an irritating bore from back home and a tendency to ‘liberate’ lunch from the hotel buffet breakfast and I had my story – Spitting Feathers.
I was delighted when Writers’ Abroad opted to publish it in their Foreign Flavours anthology with a foreword from Alexander McCall Smith. I’ve written a lot about Yugoslavia and long to return to Croatia and Bosnia.
You can find out more about the book here.
And thanks to Zerzura for their kind review:
Eclectic and thought-provoking mix of stories and non-fiction articles. I particularly enjoyed the story ‘Spitting Feathers.’It made me laugh out loud. Any British expat who has ever longed for a ‘proper brew’ will identify with this one!