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I just heard the motion sensor alarm in the caravan parked in the carpark go off. Not that there are any valuables in the caravan at all. I suppose I’m more concerned that the windows or say, the door would be damaged somehow by the break-in. My husband has been thinking of selling the caravan because he’s decided that caravaning holidays are more trouble than they’re worth. Plus his car just doesn’t seem to be able to take the tow of towing the caravan. During our last trip to Wales with the caravan, the indicator light on his dashboard signalled that something is wrong with the emission systems. It’s not one of those problems that will stop a car journey but it does seem like one of those things that will eventually wear the car out sooner than later.

So if the caravan is damaged in any way by those yobs (and I know they are young 16 year old types because we’ve seen them around the area up to no good, and we know they live in the council flats behind our flats and are often seen smoking in their backyards) , it would affect the resale value of the caravan. Maybe even render it useless unless sent for expensive repairs.

So fuck these yobs.

And can I also say that I’ve always thought it was a daft idea of my husband’s to buy this thing when we have known the existence of these yobs always trying to steal things from the communal carparks around our flat for years. They have stolen my eldest daughter’s brand new bike that we bought for her birthday 3 years ago. They also stole a used road bike my husband’s colleague gave him which cost around £300 new. So it’s not like… my husband is ignorant of their ways.

There’s almost a sort of hopeless resignation in him when I ask him why is he risking all that by putting these valuable things in the fucking carpark which these fucking yobs come in to steal every other week. It’s almost like he’s thinking : I’d rather live my life doing the things I want to do *right now* than worry about bad stuff later. He can’t afford to live in a house in a nice area with low crime, that has a big enough garage to store all his toys which all happen to be wheeled roadworthy stuff like bikes and the caravan.

He was brought up in very privileged circumstances and got used to liking his moving toys from a young age. In another country. And now he’s in England he’s a nobody. He doesn’t earn that much. Apparently it’s considered “much” because it’s double the average salary but you know what? We are in no way rich at all. We are not able to live in a nicer lower crime area in a big enough place for us and our 3 kids, and we can’t even afford to own 2 cars which to be honest, we’d need for a reasonably comfortable existence if we were to attempt to live in suburbia and still be able to get around easily with 3 kids. We are considered middle class in wages but I think being middle class in England is pretty pathetic in terms of living standards because of all the shitty taxes that come out of our salaries every month that go into the welfare state which we don’t get a single penny back from other than the pittance that is the child benefit. We haven’t been able to afford family holidays abroad for like 3 years now. We can’t eat out in restaurants or even afford takeaways every week. And childcare here is horrendously expensive and not that great for the parents. Because it only covers childcare. Just that. No one helps you with housework. For that you have to pay for a housekeeper which is again, another horrendously expensive thing in England that most people can’t afford.

My friends in Singapore whose earnings are considered middle class there however, go on 5 trips abroad a year, eat out at least twice a week, and even have live-in maids to help them with the childcare and housework.

If I had the choice, I’d rather go back to Asia. Or to the Middle East. Or to South America. Or to Africa. Anywhere. But my husband would never fit in there. He likes living a shitty poor lifestyle in England for all the lifestyle and freedom it affords him. Yet I need him to help me with raising my kids. My kids love him and it’s kinda selfish for me to just go away. And I won’t deny, if my kids go away with me, they would find it hard to get used to. For they have lived in England for far too long.

Oh yeah and I called the police when I heard the alarm go off. They asked me if I couldn’t go to the carpark to check it out myself. (What the fuck. What am I supposed to do if they are there? Fucking take them down on my own?) Then afterwards they said they can understand why I don’t want to go check it out myself. But they are sorry that they can’t send a car down now because I’ve called them at a very busy time…but that if I do eventually go down to the carpark to check it out myself, would I please let them know by calling them.

Useless I tell you. Totally useless cops.

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