In the eighties, I lived in England. My English husband had private health coverage from his job (the owner was American, so....) and that means so did I. We, of course, also had NHS coverage. I was able to make use of the private coverage once or twice over the decade I lived in England, and yes, it made my life more convenient, but thank god for public health care (which, for my ex's daughter who was born with a number of major heart probIems and visited Great Ormond Street at least four times a year throughout her childhood, it was literally a life-saver).
And in our 700 person village? We had our own sub-post office (and seed store *g*) It made zero profit, of course, but for the old folks and the carless families who had no practical way to get into the big post office in the nearest biggish town (i.e., Chippenham), its existence was hugely appreciated.
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And in our 700 person village? We had our own sub-post office (and seed store *g*) It made zero profit, of course, but for the old folks and the carless families who had no practical way to get into the big post office in the nearest biggish town (i.e., Chippenham), its existence was hugely appreciated.
*sympathizes and sympathizes again*