Country of residence

One of the things that makes me feel extraordinarily lucky that I live here in the U.K. (apart from political freedom, freedom of speech, our varied but rarely dangerous weather, rampant availability of food, our magnificent puddings and the sheer abundance of greenery) is the fact that we're always going to be toward the bottom of those country selector drop-down things you often get in online application forms. Sometimes they start with the U.S. & the U.K. at the top along with a few other countries but mostly they're alphabeticised so we're way down the bottom along with the Ukraine & Venezuela. Suits me fine, I can just move the little cursor all the way to the bottom and just switch off while it scrolls through all the countries without the worry that I'll overshoot and have to backtrack. Imagine how many times people in Peru have had to do that. It's kind of like the form filling equivalent of living at the end of a trainline (much as I do now). No matter how drunk you get or how soundly you sleep you'll never miss your stop. Unless no-one wakes you to tell you that you've arrived at the end of the line and that some kids have just made off with your trainers and, by the way, do you know you have dribble on your shoulder?