Oh my gawd, here I am in sunny Doncaster and I must say what an absolute tulip hole England has turned into.
Go to fill up with petrol, go to pay and the chap(ess) behind the till grunts. No 'hello', no conversation, no 'goodbye', just grunts.
Go into town and there are gangs, quite large, of mumbo jumbo speaking foreign chaps blocking the way, acting in quite a threatening way. Have they no work to go to?
And the litter. So much rubbish just blowing about the market place.
It is beyond a joke. I am setting off back to civilization as soon as a few little jobs are completed.
Go to fill up with petrol, go to pay and the chap(ess) behind the till grunts. No 'hello', no conversation, no 'goodbye', just grunts.
Go into town and there are gangs, quite large, of mumbo jumbo speaking foreign chaps blocking the way, acting in quite a threatening way. Have they no work to go to?
And the litter. So much rubbish just blowing about the market place.
It is beyond a joke. I am setting off back to civilization as soon as a few little jobs are completed.
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