Counting down....

To leaving Englands dismal shores. Despite numerous minor glitches, everyone is well and we are shortly returning home to Vancouver Island. All our worldlies are ready to go, and to be honest, there was less than it of we thought. Mostly of sentimental value.

We're resting for a day or two up in't North and with one more stopover to go, Mrs S and I are looking forward to sleeping in our own bed under our own roof once more. The dog will be glad to see us I'm sure. The following week promises to be busy as we play catch up at work.

Had dinner with my folks last night and was awarded a rare accolade from elder sibling, who vouchsafed that Mrs S and I had done the right thing in jumping ship. "The country's fucked." Was his accurate but succinct assessment of the UK's current situation. Fucked royally by New Labour, and fucked for a generation at least. The symptoms are there for those that care to look. There is no need for me to reiterate them. Far greater minds than mine have enumerated the damage.

My Mother is well, and enjoying herself enormously with a discourteous neighbour who obviously thinks he can pull the wool over a little old ladies eyes. Mother has received discourteous communications demanding that she does what he says, or else. Said unreasonable inhabitant is about to get a masterclass drubbing from an expert for his trouble; and that's all I'm going to say on the matter. Apart from heh, heh, heh.

Most of the above is now academic for Mrs S and myself. We have moved into the next phase of our life in Canada. I'm looking forward to it.