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frog said…
I know the feeling. I trap myself in the house quite a lot. My wife doesn't really have many friends (at least not many that aren't currently touring the world). I really dont' get out often enough to meet people. So a trip to ASDA is kind of a big deal.
Though, I will say, sometimes it's nice just to hide out inside of the house and pretend there aren't any scary Brits out there.
I must say, though, it's nice to know I'm not the only one who's sort of stuck in this mode. It's hard to discuss with my wife, because she feels bad. She doesn't need that ontop of financial issues, and having to find a new home soon.
Hopefully I'll catch you while you're online sometime. Would be nice to have someone to mutually vent with every so often. ;o)
Howard said…
> I think it
Erren said…
Howard,
FYI - As a rule, I don't give information on where I live anywhere on this site so I took the shopping center name out of the comment =)
We do have that center, but it's not exactly a mall. It's a mini mall at best. Now blue water is a mall, but too far to visit very often.
Thanks so much for the comment =)
Howard said…
Ah, I was careful not to name the town because I realized that you never mention it yourself. But as for the ---- Centre, there is in fact a chain of 18 identically named malls up and down the country, so I didn't think I was giving too much away!
Best regards,
Howard
Erren said…
I didn't know it was a chain. See that, you're taught me something new! =)
Erren said…
Frog,
I haven't seen you online in a while (not that I've been around except for the last few days). Just thought I'd let you know I've kept an eye out for you. =)
Erren
Howard said…
> I didn't know it was a chain.
To be honest, as a recent expat, how were you to know? I should have thought of that - sorry!
All the best,
Howard

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