Well thats a matter of opinion
we moved here because it was the only place we could find where we could get a Nursing Home which we could afford for my late MIL - however we had only been here for 3 months and she trotted off to the Blue Yonder!
Now it would appear we are a bit stuck, most of the folk are nice, but my husband is self employed and as soon as some of the locals hear he hasn't got "the" accent they aren't interested! Really hard work.
My husband signed up with the local Drs (I don't know where it is) and its a good job he did as he started to have real pain in his legs and difficulty breathing and it was found he had DVT/PE/ Enlarged Liver/Spleen the works, the local Ysbty Gwynedd were wonderful, he has to go now for regular INR checks as he will be on Warfarin for the rest of his life.
Me, I'm useless, I have a really irrational fear of the Dr's and I havent been to see one for over 6 years (she was the one who gave me Citalpram) all she wanted to do was force me into having a smear and as it was 12 years then since my last one and I haven't had sex for 9 years, I couldn't see the point and neither could she so she left me alone, but I never went back just in case she started to pressure me again - and thats how it is.
Problem is that me and the OH have always worked together, I have no friends here as its 100+ miles where we used to live, family (whats left) is 80+ miles away, dont drive, so all I have to do is reflect on my mortality and how much longer I might live which I know is stupid as folk are living till their 90's now - but BOY do I feel pathetic!
I am going to have to conquer this - I know it, thats why I am interetsed in something over the counter to make me brave enough to make an appointment as I know its only the ruddy menopause that has made me so bloody morbid and anxious....hows your underparts anyway? Oh and Anglesey isn't really that bad.............