Anyway, after two days in a hotel we set off again only to hit Bayram, the muslim religious holidays and we couldn't get ferry to Cyprus so we wound up camping with the dog in a campsite which resembled a Syrian refugee camp. People in Turkey camp on patches of dirt next to the sea and sleep on groundsheets. Four days of this and I was ready to move on..
Sitting next to the pool now. We just rented a nice new house up in the mountains and will move in a few weeks.
That is it for the UK. I don't ever want to live there again. It is turning into some sort of politically correct bureaucratic hell.
Everything is great on the health front with bac and Mirtazapine doing the trick and the wife losing over 85 pounds since January.
The boy is starting in a private school in a couple of weeks and then I will start to look at working or doing something without the cloud and the clouds hanging over me that made my life misery in godawful Glasgohhh.:H
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