Drinking the most expensive water ever (more expensive than petrol), after having just eaten the most expensive baked potatoes ever. Made doubly worse by everything being double *again* thanks to the GB £/US $ exchange rate.
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Born to wear pretty dresses and Barbour jackets and skip through muddy English fields in a pair of Hunter wellies, Nin is now a 30-something British Ex-Pat living in the urban wilds of the San Francisco Bay Area. She likes cake and chocolate and is on a quest to find the perfect Stateside cream tea.
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5 Responses to “77/365: Somewhere north of Birmingham”
I love how D gets chauffered around the whole time he’s visiting. Talk about relaxing … for him.
Haha yes, I always end up completely exhausted after our little trips. But then he does normally commute 500 miles/week when he’s back at home so I don’t mind giving him a bit of a break from being behind the wheel.
That’s the sort of commute that John had. How long has DrNins stuck that one out? It’s horrid!
He’s been doing this one now for six years but when I move out we’re thinking of moving closer to where he works so that he can spend more time at home. All hangs on where I get a job though.
As far as the commute goes though, it’s not that hard. Driving in the US is *WAY* easier than driving over here as out there everything is pretty much in straight lines and the freeway practically dumps you door to door. I worked at the same place as him when I was out there so used to do the commute with him every day and wasn’t half as tired compared to driving the same distance on British roads. It’s all the silly roundabouts and traffic calming schemes over here that are so exhausting to deal with, and BUS LANES, grr I hate them. So yeah, the drive isn’t that bad. Compare that to when I commuted to London for a bit. That was a complete killer of a journey, but that was by public transport though. I was ok for the first year but then after that I just got burnt out. All my friends have said the same, the first year is fine, but then it’s like hitting a wall. I could never work in London again for largely that reason, the commute even within London just wears me out so much that it spoils everything else. It’s my aim in life now to be able to either walk to work, ride my bike, or be able to drive door to door to my workplace. So much easier.
That’s what John found with his commute. The first year was okay, but the second year… It enough to make you move to Pudsey, lol! And Sheffield was the worst city to drive around EVER - I have never seen so many lights, speed bumps, traffic cameras and exclusion zones in such a small space, grrrrr….