I'm currently planning my getaway from Old Blighty simply because I want a more back to basics life, out in the country, working my land and tending
to a few domestic animals.
There is no way on this planet that I could afford to buy a rural property with a few acres of land in the warmer parts of the UK, ie down south. I
would have to win the lottery to be able to do so.
I live in an affluent part of the Midlands and I'm fortunate, as in front of my house is a grassed area the size of Wembley stadium and beyond that
there is nothing but fields and farmland.
However I learnt only last week that the council plans to build thousands of new homes on this Green Belt land and all the beauty of the countryside
will be lost forever.
So for me I'm off to rural France.
It's a pity that it's so hard to move to the US as even the immigration lottery is blocked to UK residents as they have far exceeded the maximum quota
allowance, that would have been my first choice.
I served the people and streets of the UK for the majority of my working life as a Police Officer. I saw so many bad things in life that made me very
cynical and that includes bad Police officers too.
I also saw so many good honest people who had sadly become drowned in the sea of less desirable residents who had happily chosen to make their lives
and the lives of others a living nightmare.
The worst part is that those undesirables received the most respect from other residents, perhaps partly because they were too afraid to challenge
anti social behaviour for fear of reprisals.
Would I say that the streets of our inner cities are safe?
No, and a very big No.... I am just so glad that the majority of my fellow citizens do not get to see the real reality of what goes on in the streets
and houses nearby and thankful also that to some degree they are shielded from such disturbing behaviour by a growing number of people.
What they do see and witness already is bad enough!
My older brother lives in the Philippines and earns half of what I do. He has a huge house, a pool, a driver, maids and a loving caring family and
amazing friends and neighbours. It's like going back in time to what the UK used to be like.
My other brother lives a fantastic life in Spain and again, huge house, pool, seaside but no maids or driver lol. He hates coming back to the UK and
says it's like a grey cloud hangs over everyone here.
The brother in the Philippines used to be a head teacher here in the UK twenty years ago. He loved the job and was well respected in a pleasant
He had cause to come back to the UK 4 years ago and became the head of a lower middle school in Worcestershire. He expected school life to be the same
as when he left, nice children with caring parents interested in education.
What he found shook him to the core with children swearing and fighting in class. Parents fighting each other in the playground, parents fighting the
teachers, parents hitting the children and threats to kill, criminal damage, drugs and sex and this was from the children who were under 12!!!!
Suffice to say as soon as the contract ended my Brother fled back to the Philippines where he has resumed he idyllic life.
And last to go will be me but I do also realise that although things may appear bad here in the UK, we are still so lucky to live in a country where
we can obtain food every day, live with a roof over our heads and still afford luxuries that more than half of this planet can not and I count myself
lucky for that alone.
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