I live in a much maligned area of London, indeed, it borders one which is internationally notorious (and where I lived happily for 20 years)
And in this hell hole, I enjoy a fantastic community spirit, friendly neighbours, and whilst my car got vandalised to destruction 3 days after moving in TWO separate neighbours offered to lend me thier cars! Peple smile, say hello, and watch out for other people's children.
NHS treatment has transformed DS's life - and would not have been affordably available in the USA, or available ful stop in DP's family's country.
Who could decry a country which celebrates bonfire night - everyone out in the cold, delighted by fireworks, or sumer fetes, or carol singing in town squares, or pancake day with pancake tossing?
I'd rather walk on the grass in our parks than stick to the gravel in France, (and I'm certanly pleased that our songbirds and rare species aren't blasted out of the skies as delicacies), and i'd rather lay down my towel on a rugged, deserted beach in Devon than line up in a rown on an expensive Italian sunlounger.
Clotted cream, cider, toffee apples, real ale, Bakewell pudding, the Cornish Pasty, pork pies with English mustard....