A chef? Damn, that is hard work. I used to have a friend who was friends with a chef, worked his ass off, sounds just like you. Real interesting story, when he started the job, he had 12+ friends, started working really hard, barely had time for friends, but still saw them when he could. A year-ish later, he had only two friends left. The rest had lost interest and moved on. The guy was divided; half of him regretted not spending time with his friends, and the other was somewhat glad. He now knew who his real friends were, the ones who would stick by him. ^_^
Kinda dubious story, I know. I'm a little drunk and ramble-y though, so I have a valid excuse! Do you have family in Britain with you? Or did you move away?