I'm starting to wonder if this is the universe telling me it's time to move on from the UK! Seriously.
You would leave us...?
But, you do have citizenship now. You could come back any time, I suppose. Where would you go? Near your family back 'home'?
But this morning was a sh*t show. The guys I interviewed with will tell people stories of this interview forever. Seriously. To be fair, there was a moment when all three of us had our heads down on the desk laughing. Oh, it was a bomb!
Maybe that is a good thing...? Maybe because you'll stick out in their memory, and there were moments of tears of laughter, they'll have good thoughts when making their deliberations.
I would LOVE to open my own dance studio. But alas, I am not "qualified". <sigh>
Can you just take a test to demonstrate the requisite competency to be qualified, or are you required to follow a programme of study?
Yes, he was very sheepish. It was really funny. Bloop, straight over the fence. Just like that. LOL!
In 2011, I gave my sister-in-law a tank of helium and my brother a mylar shark thing for Christmas... they were so pleased with it that they inflated and assembled it immediately (this derailed the opening of presents for a bit, but nobody minded). For the rest of the evening, my brother and SIL took turns flying Dumpling all over my parent's house. They loved him.
Now, the instructionsare very clear. They state it outside the package, inside the package, and everywhere you look: "for indoor use only". *sigh*
My brother thought, "it's not windy at all..." *bigger sigh*
Next thing I know, my SIL is fighting tears (never name things, people! Never!), and my brother is looking really sheepish. I managed to get outside before Dumpling had floated completely out of sight. But it was clear he was gone forever.
I'm sure my brother wished there was a neighbour's door he could knock on to get his ball back.