Last week I told you about my night out at the pub when a group of us went into the city to have a farewell do for some good friends of ours.
You can read about the “leaving do” here. But in a nutshell, our friends came here to live in Australia for two years as a trial. They’ve now gone back to England, the Midlands, to see what they think of Old Blighty again.
It’s a canny plan, as our mutual friend from Sunderland would say. So how is the canny plan going?
I sent our friends an email the other day to find out. All names have been changed to protect the innocent……
Duuuuuude! and Mrs Dude…
How’s the black country? And the working mans club? Heard the weather’s great. Flight OK? Settled in?
Miss Oz yet? Come back, we miss you!
I’m off to play football.
Over the weekend, I got a reply and I thought it might interest some of you. Of course, I didn’t want to publish a personal email from a friend without his permission, so I shot off another email asking if it was okay to put his reply on this blog.
“Sure” he said “Just one more thing to add.” So I added it, starting from where it says “Just one more thing to add.” Here’s his reply……..
According to my Dad, the Working Men’s Club is struggling for business and will close very soon.
We haven’t settled in yet, we have had to start cleaning the house, (BobinOz note: They rented their house out in the UK whilst living here) as it was in such a mess left by the tenants and so far, Dame Edna (real wife’s name removed for security reasons) is not impressed, but it’s early doors and we are still a bit grumpy from the flight.
We went to a quiz night at the local pub and it seems strange slowly watching the pub get busy at around 10:30 and everyone was still knocking the pints back till around 1:00am and the nights stay light till about 9:30, but all that said I can’t see me enjoying too many nights in the local pub.
I guess once you have stepped outside the box and moved to a better place, it’s going to be a struggle to settle back in.
Just one more thing to add.
We are starting to worry about our eldest son, who is 13 years. Having let him out on the streets to play for the last 2 days, he already seems to have gained an attitude in thinking that he can roam the streets from 9am till 11pm, just like some of his other friends.
We were walking back from our friends house between 10:30 and 11:30pm and still roaming the streets were some of his friends, who were smoking cigarettes and drinking cans of lager which I know the local shop sell to under age kids, because I have seen it happen. Then they decided to ride down the middle of the one-way street with no lights on their under sized BMX bikes, shouting and screaming as they diced with death.
I’m sure our son knows better, but it’s still a worry and a big wake up call to remind us of how much easier it is in the UK for young kids to get mixed up with the wrong crowd.
All the best and love to everyone
Sir Les Patterson. (another false name for fear of BMX biker reprisals)
Well, there you have it! False names, yes. But a real exchange from a real mate who really went back to the UK last week. Sort of “What it’s really like moving to Australia and moving back to England again”.
So anyway, I’m stopping here.