Ribh's D'Coopage

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Things are very different. I won't go into all the difficulties due to the circumstances under which I find myself here.
This May has been the wettest for the last decade and it's not warm, even by British standards.:rolleyes:
I spent the ten day quarantine period required for entry into the UK at my eldest sisters which was lovely. I hadn't seen her or her husband for quite a few years although we kept in touch via the net. She has chickens!
I'm staying with my daughter and her husband currently while I slog my way through various bits of bureaucratic nonsense to do with residency rights. Technically I'm homeless.
I've joined the rest of the population it seems and now leave the house equipped with a smart phone which I am gradually learning how to use, bits of plastic that I'm told are money:hmm and a head full of passwords.
Bristol, which is where I am now is relatively slow paced compared to other cities but compared to halfway up a mountain in Catalonia surrounded by woodland and animals it's hectic and just watching others rushing about trying to pretend that what they are doing is incredibly important just wears me out.
Of course, the UK is still running at reduced capacity and I'm sure the place will look a lot more crowded when the rest of the population 'working' from home are let out.
I managed to get registered with a doctor a week ago and consequently got my first Covid jab a couple of days later.
I've got lots of writing to do. A couple of charities which I have been in contact with both in Spain and here in the UK are interested in my story; not because it is particularly interesting, but because it's well documented and illustrates many of the problems that the political ideologists have overlooked, or not cared about in their xenophobic rush to wave a flag and thumb their noses at other nations.
I don't miss Spain much because of the kind of life I led there. I haven't got to the point of missing the weather there yet either. What I miss is the chickens who I think about often.
I have heard from the man who is helping to take care of them and only one, Tack, is missing assumed broody on a nest.
Chicken Tax.
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The heart was for the news that only Tack is missing and even she's assumed broody.

This might not be what you're thinking, but the people around me don't live right. The economic imperative driving many organisations means some people work long hours while others are jobless. Every time I work a long day, I think of the work I'm stealing from someone else. At present I'm cooking up a scheme to move up and over to make way for two younger people to move up and one mid-career to have long overdue workload relief. Fingers crossed I can persuade the decision makers it's a good idea.

There's no time to simply exist.
 
That's amazing!

Have you considered hatching some of CCCL fertile eggs with one of your broodies and giving the breeder any roosters you get? I bet he would take them.
I looked into importing fertile eggs.

They have to be held in quarantine for a while, so it's rather costly.
 
The heart was for the news that only Tack is missing and even she's assumed broody.

This might not be what you're thinking, but the people around me don't live right. The economic imperative driving many organisations means some people work long hours while others are jobless. Every time I work a long day, I think of the work I'm stealing from someone else. At present I'm cooking up a scheme to move up and over to make way for two younger people to move up and one mid-career to have long overdue workload relief. Fingers crossed I can persuade the decision makers it's a good idea.

There's no time to simply exist.

It is for this very reason that I am looking at making a career change myself.

I absolutely love the doctor I work with and the patients are wonderful, but my 2 coworkers are just so unhappy and miserable in their own lives that they bring me down to depressive levels. I've tried to just ignore them and do my job and be done with it, but I just can't any longer.

The final straw was when Rich was sick. Not once did either of them reach out to me. When I returned I was greeted with attitude and ignored. Never one did they ask how Rich was. I realize life is too short to be somewhere where you are unhappy.
 

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