DID YOU MISS ME

So this feels like the equivalent of wiping my cock on the curtains and then leaving but:

I'm now Belgian and I'm planning to move back to the UK in the summer.

Which is like moving back to the Titanic while the band plays.

Far too many metaphors here.  Have a kitten instead.

And no, that isn't all I want to say.

I moved here on 4 January 2012 without the faintest idea what would happen.  Fucking crazy idea.

But, I got work and have been gainfully and continuously employed since I arrived here.  I learned enough of the language to trick them into thinking I could be Belgian.

And now, although my native country looks like a wet pigeon in the rain I want to go home.

I'm going home.