It
is damper than a walrus' mouthwash and the sky is cloudier than the piss of a
man with chlamydia. This has prompted Philippa and myself to ramp up our
efforts to find employment, and residence, abroad. I think we're both equally
sick of living in a country where the climate is about as predictable as a swift's
flightpath and as reliable as a watch with no battery. We're sick of having to
plan for rain 325 days a year and having to keep our children in coats in
months when it should be sweltering. There's an old saying somewhere about
'having the courage to change the things you can'. Well, we can't change the
British weather, but we can change whether we are here to put up with it, and
that's what we're both concentrating on. The list of potential destinations is
still quite a long one, but our criteria for deliberations is now settled upon,
and that's making the process clearer and easier. It's also very exciting.
There's no definite time frame in place, but we want it to be as smooth as
possible with regards to the boys' education, which would probably mean a
Summer move, at the end of a school year. We're far too close to that now to
stand any realistic chance of achieving it in 2026, but there's no reason to
think we couldn't get it done in time for a move 12 months hence...
And I can handle another shit year of weather if I know for sure it's the last.
RC 8-6-26
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