This post is prompted by the thought that I should let those of you who are kind and interested enough to follow my musings know that I have not dropped off the blogging twig. The silence is entirely due to all my energies being subverted from writing into the business of emigrating. Whoever said moving house was up there with death and divorce as the most stressful experiences nailed it. Emigrating is moving house on steroids. It is not the practical stuff – packing, sorting and organising, that is child’s play compared to the decision making. ‘If this, then that but what if…’ is how we start almost all conversations these days. The dogs merely concentrate on whether we’re packing a suficient number of dinner bowls and their favourite food and are all ready to depart in their own carefree way (as illustrated) leaving us to sort out everything else.
I certainly feel that I am now a character in one of those locigal brain teasers as in ‘there are six villages on the only perfectly round island in the universe….’ or ‘there are five cousins…’ where you have to work out the solutions from cleverly misleading or incomplete information. Example from our current life – five phone calls to the Inland Revenue about self employed status abroad and five different and conflicting sets of information provided – work out the correct route to take. If you get it wrong you get fined and no we’re unable to give you an answer in writing because then it would be too easy for you. AAAARGH! If I continued with Rats at the moment (assuming I had any energy left after ten hour days of DIY and bureaucracy) it would be darkly Kafkaesque, unintelligible and depressing. Rats will however be back in due course as will the rest of my musings.
We shall be shortly joining the hordes of Migrants allegedly flooding round Europe – Mr Farage and UKIP please note we are performing our own Brexit. One of the reasons we’re leaving, apart from the British weather of course, is the depressing result of the general election. At least UKIP only got one seat – what a nasty, narrow minded lot they are – migration is actually a good thing. In terms of the stunningly unexpected this election was right up there with Kinnock losing in 1992 or Harry Truman beating Dewey in 1948. I don’t know anyone who isn’t horribly depressed by the Conservative victory and the threat of the savage cuts to come plus the stupidity of a referendum on EU membership but then most of the people I know are intelligent, caring and compassionate. Plus no doubt Scottish Independence will be back on the agenda before long. At the moment there’s a Facebook petition doing the rounds for the North of England to apply to become part of Scotland. It has a surprisingly large number of signatures. The only problem is the area which people want included is gradually spreading southwards!