The family fire-sale

I continued to work on the website with the guy who knew Drupal. Hosting transferred to him as it would make it easier to manage. More and more people were starting to post comments (nasty vindictive ones as well as cries for help) and it was starting to become apparent that the IoM Government didn’t have a clue what to do. With a populated of just 80,000 their political leaders are not going to be the strongest leaders in the world (although by that measure the UK should have much better leaders - across all parties - than the spineless self-serving liars it has) and so things didn't look good.

Penny, with the kids helping, started to get a Garage Sale together. The kids could keep three of their favourite toys each and the rest would have to go. This was just tearing us apart; how could a decent parent take kids toys away from them for no good reason? The family was on a terminal slide and both Penny and me knew it.

After the sale, we would take the rest of the stuff to the local recycle depot and start to prepare for Penny and the kids departure. The car (a beaten up Ford Focus) would have to go but we would leave that until the last moment - as usual in western society, public transport cost means it is a domain for those with disposable income.

The kids were getting more and more upset so Penny would have to go to her folks sooner rather than later. D-Day would be coming very shortly and it was just killing us.