I will not tackle the immigration office without advise from friends. I cannot do what I need to do here without a place of my own. I have to go onto the government radar soon. I need to manage that. The balance finally tipped. More reasons to stay than to go. Bless you all.
Have my cake and eat it? You bet. A house in England to be with friends and family. A summer house in Sweden to enjoy the journey I have begun. Thanks to Mum and Dad posthumously. If you are watching you know I am doing OK, but please overt your eyes occasionally.
This weekend I will spend in Denmark with friends, before starting the journey home via Germany and Holland. Elsa and I are still travelling well. Better than ever actually. Munching the miles. Eating the elephant one plateful at a time.
The trajectory I am on will return me here next April to find the summer house. I need Swedish language lessons this winter also.
Dear friends in the UK that I miss and look forward to spending time on. Put the tea pot on please.
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