Well looks like we've finally found home........Sort of
What on earth could our young good looking author be going on about now.
Well we've moved again this time to ,believe it or not, the Isle of Man. Yes a little known jewel in the middle of the Irish sea. We've rented a six bedroom house, not buying yet Well just in case. We moved in just a year ago with the wife's mother and the wife's son , he didn't stay long and went back to Dear old blighty.
Brenda, the wife's mother, fell and broke her hip after falling asleep at the kitchen island while reading Prince Harry's book Spare, just shows what a riveting read that must be. Any way a long , very stressful and sad story later she's now in Elder Grange care home with dementia, poor woman.
We are just getting along with our lives and generally being as relaxed as our situation allows. We're going to buy something abit smaller some time in the next year on the island, something with sea views preferably but let's see what happens. I've completely retired now and don't do anything much which can be a bit on the boring side but hey ho there's worse problems .
The Manx tax department is just as delusional and confused as its British counterpart but does charge us a lot less in tax. Actually fair do it saves us a fortune. But we still don't like paying them.
Strange place this though, no MOT tests, no inheritance tax, no stamp duty, no speed cameras, paper tax discs, Strange money and loads more that I cannot be bothered telling you.
