So we can’t really see moving to London. That leaves us with, well, this, for the long term. DrBob commutes, I stay here with the boys. He’s decided that this is working. I have decided that it isn’t.
He doesn’t enjoy being in England (um, to be fair, he’s not really making an effort to get a life there, he just works and sleeps. I’m trying to convince him that that is a poor choice…), but after three weeks home he says it’s bearable, this commuting thing. Continue reading