My mother met a man on an internet dating site and just a few weeks later he travelled from Portugal to come to see her in Birmingham, England. He arrived for the weekend and two years later he's still here. I don't like him and I don't trust him. We aren't rich but he was unemployed in Portugal and he's not worked all the time he's been in the UK.
My husband and I are in our mid 40s with two children. We moved from one country to another for economic reasons and after some years my husband thought it would be better for our children to grow up in a bigger, more diverse country. So I gave up my well paid job and we moved. But neither of us can find work in our new country. Our resources are dwindling. I don't know what to do.
It's four years since author Jefferson Galt posted this article to his blog. It bears repeating.
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I'm at home, somewhere in the French countryside.
Today's a free day! I don't mean it's a day with nothing to do (although, actually, that's pretty much the plan) I mean it's a day that is normally left out of calculations.
29 February 2012. A bonus day every four years.
And a day that some cultures claim has special meaning.
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