I don’t like Holland. It’s a fact I cannot deny. I don’t like Holland. Ever since I lived in England for a while I have loved that country. People are nice, food is nice, there is virtually nothing that can be compared to cooked breakfast with the full works. I have some friends over there that I really love and this friendship can only be compared with the friendship I have with the two friends I have had since primary school. I don’t like Holland.
I do love my family, my wife, my four children and perhaps a few more people. But that’s it, this country sucks. People are nice, country sucks. Government sucks too, except that they pay for my medication which is nice. If only there wasn’t all that water in between England and me I’d live there with my family. Cooked breakfast, The Works. Drive on the left side and actually enjoy it. Try that over here, not that good.
I don’t like Holland and England is better. There, I said it. Thing is: I cannot leave this place. You see, I told you a little lie. Holland is not that bad either. People I love are here too.