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Indecision

I know how big business feels when considering their future after Brexit.  What should we be doing to prepare for it?  I have no idea.  Should  I try and sell my house?  Should I move to yet another country, in which case which one?  It has been recommended that British citizens get a permanent resident permit.  For most Brits this has been fairly easy but for me it has taken 2 years to finally get an appointment, reluctantly granted after I told the Prefecture that I had an e mail  from the Minister of Interior.

So on Thursday I have a 2 hour drive to a town I have never been to for my interview.  The Prefecture gave me a list of documents I should bring, but only after I asked what I would need.  Their list bears no relation to the official list from the Minister of Interior but I am not taking any chances, I am going to take everything.  I have always said that French bureaucracy is fine as long as you have the right documents so now I need to put my money where my mouth is.  Watch this space.

Yesterday I sat in a cafe with friends.  The temperature was 35 degrees and I didn't hear one person comment on the weather or the heat.  In fact with no interest in the weather and with mention of Trump being banned because the Americans are too ashamed to admit he is their President, Brexit declared to be too boring, conversation turned to more enjoyable subjects.  Everyone was in a pleasant mood until a man of unknown nationality decided to join us and declare that the Aryan people were the only true rulers of the world.

Haven't I heard that somewhere before? 

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