Now I have to hope to the god that is part of my new official state religion (do I need to have the local vicar over for tea when I move?) that someone over there hires me soon. Amazingly, people want to interview me.
The goal is to get the fuck out of America with my daughter before Trump is inaugurated. No specific plan of where to move, just wherever I get a job. We will move to the Falklands if we have to.
It feels so close now.
Don’t forget to bring biscuits for everyone.
Do you really want our American kind of biscuit? Because I have a feeling you will be highly disappointed in what we call a biscuit over here.
No thank you, crimes against biscuits are punishable by revoking your right to remain… Permanently.
But you and your family are welcome to stay otherwise
