The Swiss are included in the system so it is probable/possible/unlikely that the UK will be too.
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I’ve got a nice Irish passport ready for the brexit bollocks.
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You lucky git!
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Brexit gave me yet another reason to despise my late and unlamented father.
He forced my mum to give up her Austrian citizenship, and refused to let her have dual nationality.
If mum had her Austrian or Dual nationality, I’d be able to get an Austrian passport, but…
Cunt.
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I will have to apply for mine.
As far as I know it is quite simple, I have my mother’s birth certificate.
I think most of my cousins who were born in Co Kilburn have theirs already.
Heading North from Hartlepool to Aberdeen in some rather lively winds. On the ferry now and about to depart just in time to coincide with force 10 winds in the Pentland Fifth.
We need a bigger boat!
It’s going to be seriously lumpy.
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Don’t leave the bar, always the safest place in a storm!
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Lol, that’s exactly where I am now.
I may be here for some time 
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Dining in hotel NHS for the day (for the second day running). The food is awful, but the service is a thing of wonder. Hopefully this is the end of it for a while.
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You, the NHS OR THE food?
Mmm, Apetito steam oven thingy.
Yummy 
Louise is off to hotel NHS for one night tomorrow, I am advised to bring food.
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All of the above if you’re lucky 
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On a ferry then driving, eating and drinking.
A day to forget!
Rough second half of crossing between Aberdeen and Lerwick.
Got up at 05:30 on the ferry for tea, fags & breakfast.
Left ferry at 08:15 drove to North Mainland
Ferry to Yell, drove to North Yell.
Ferry to Unst.
Ferry to Fetlar, drove home.
Emptied the car of half a ton of crap (that I brought back from Hartlepool)
Picked up Lou’s friend who had been staying with her for the last couple of weeks.
Drove to Fetlar ferry, caught ferry to Unst.
Ferry to Yell, drove to South Yell.
Ferry to Mainland.
Drove to Lerwick terminal, dropped off Lou’s friend.
Drove to North Mainland.
Ferry to Yell.
Drove to North Yell.
Ferry to Unst.
Ferry to Fetlar, drove home.
Guess I’ll dream about ferries tonight.
Fucked, totally fucked.
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Fucking hell, Paul, that sounds awful. And I was bitching today about my trip down the M1 yesterday in the storm on the way back from the Lake District.
Sleep tight.
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Cheers mate.
The saving grace is that I’m home now and I will sleep tight in the absolute knowledge that when I walk out of the door in the morning, it will all be worth it!
I’m home. A week in Hartlepool only reinforced the fact that it’s well worth the logistical issues to live here. Apart from a fabulous weekend in Yorkshire with you lot and seeing my Dad again, I hated every minute of it.
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The M6 was terrible today. Took me 45 fucking minutes to get home from my mums. Horrendous. It normally takes 40 minutes.
I’m exhausted.
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You poor cunt.
Actually, scrub the poor bit.
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I mean this with the utmost disrespect but that kind of behaviour is the harbinger of doom for the stereotypical lazy fat cunt who can’t/won’t get off the sofa for most of his retirement. Kudos for the effort, but calm it down a bit.
Haven’t you got sheds to build and a music room to finish anyway?
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