Re: How far would your country have to push you before you up and left ? Or would you sta
We did leave for Aus. in the early 6o's. We lived in London and rental property was almost impossible to find. There have been times when I wished we hadn't but by and all we don't regret our decision.Re: How far would your country have to push you before you up and left ? Or would you sta
I have many friends and family in England - whenever I talk to them the conversation inevitable turns to the weather and their grumbles about it. When I ask them "why put up with it year after year"? - their responses are usually inaudible - mutter, mutter, mutter and the common one - too late to leave. In Feb 1981 my wife drove me up the motorway to London airport in thick snow to start our adventure in OZ she followed a few weeks later -never looked back - it is the lucky country and has a strongly controlled immigration policy - if it changed that to open slaver I'd leave!Re: How far would your country have to push you before you up and left ? Or would you sta
England and UK really aren't that bad, weather ? we get all sorts but how boring to know what you are getting up to each day. Only thing I would do if we could afford it is move up the country, much as I love Surrey it's a little crowded now and there is more space as you travel north.Re: How far would your country have to push you before you up and left ? Or would you sta
Re: How far would your country have to push you before you up and left ? Or would you sta
Re: How far would your country have to push you before you up and left ? Or would you sta
I like my home island for a holiday but wouldn't wish to live there again, the UK is where it is at as far as I am concerned. I have been abroad on holiday from time to time, but have no wish to go again, not even to visit family and friends.Re: How far would your country have to push you before you up and left ? Or would you sta
I did up and leave the UK 20 years ago. I had already noticed falling standards but then my daughter was attacked a few miles from home and I wouldn't let my son go to the park unless his sister and her friends took him (he didn't want to go with his mum - not cool apparently ) and that made me wonder what kind of life is that. I uprooted them and brought them here. For them, it was the best thing I could ever have done for them - me, I miss home every day.Thread Tools | |
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