He accepted the Hartlepool nuclear power station job in November \u201873, with enthusiasm. In similar fashion, the GLC said they\u2019d buy our named-for-a-race-horse Enfield house. We paid a flying visit and chose a new one. Then followed much disruption, separation, until May when the GLC discovered it had run out of money. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Another visit, an instant, gut-chose house; me holding the on-site saleswoman hostage for the day to make sure she sold it to no other. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
At the end of June, me Essex-born, him a Londoner, we moved North, to where, among many other commiserations, we\u2019d been told, they not only hang monkeys but eat their babies.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He designated a key-worker so while the paperwork went through we were council-housed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Moved in, a language barrier. Not only accent but words. My London \u2018dustman\u2019 morphed to \u2018binman\u2019 and the intended to be helpful \u201cbimmen cum toodee\u201d impenetrable. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
July 25th we \u2013 him and me and two toddlers \u2013 moved into a brand new house with views across the Tees all the way to Roseberry Topping; the Cleveland and the Eston Hill, and while we can no longer see the river for the trees and I regret I never fully mastered the language I can\u2019t say I ever anticipated staying here forever, but we did.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And I do know how wonderfully lucky we were to have made that decision to come north.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Submitted by Sandra Davies, 73, Stockton-on-Tees<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" He accepted the Hartlepool nuclear power station job in November \u201873, with enthusiasm. In similar fashion, the GLC said they\u2019d buy our named-for-a-race-horse Enfield house. We paid a flying visit and chose a new one. Then followed much disruption, separation, until May when the GLC discovered it had run out of money. Another visit, an … Continue reading Your Memoirs \u2013 \u201cMoving North\u201d<\/span>