A Suffolk Friday

Looking out of my office window this morning, it could be a dark day in February. The sky is the colour of concrete, the wind is whistling through the woodland and people are wearing jumpers and coats. Honestly, the sooner I can live somewhere that's a consistent 20 Celsius and has 12 hours of bright sunshine a day, the better. I did do some research into all that, and unfortunately it ain't so easy since the joys of Brexit became a reality. In order to work abroad, even in a temporary capacity in the tourism industry, I'd have to sort my own visas and jump through about 27 or more different weird hoops, some of them backwards, depending on which country I would choose to call 'home'. And having a young family makes it even more complicated.
So I guess I have to stick where I am for now.
But it's not all bad, I guess. My job involves making sure other people have a good time, which is a nice way to spend my working hours, even when it's stressful. I'm in a beautiful part of the countryside with easy access to the beach, the Broads and all manner of delightful footpaths. I am happily married with two young whippersnapper carpetcrawlers who fill my days with joy and remind me just how great life can be, and I have been with the woman of my dreams for nearly 15 years now. That ain't so bad, is it? And yeah - all that would be improved if I didn't have to endure 290+ days of skanky British weather every year, but you can't have everything, and what I have got is pretty damn good, thanks.
Have a good Friday...

RC 23-5-25