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A weekend of lasts

When you’re on countdown to flying out it’s hard not being acutely conscious of the last time. The last everything. ”This is the last time I’ll be driving to this college,’ I said to myself as I drove to deliver Dark Princess on Friday. ‘This is the last time I’ll be going into London,’ I…

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The perfect expat job

A friend of mine is staring down the barrel of a longterm expat assignment and she is frantic. “but what am I going to do Vix? I’m going to be so bored. I can’t work, I’ll have no friends, I don’t play a sport..what can I do?” It’s a great question and one I asked…

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Parting is such sweet sorrow

Monday 18th August 2008 The last few days have been interesting. Like ‘chinese curse’, interesting. The High Commission couldn’t grant entry clearance without seeing the work permit. Bit of a problem as the work permit was in Sheffield and the immigration wankers wouldn’t pass it over until my Englishman had paid the final bill. Sigh….

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