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    Mother and Father - Looking To The future!

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    On Wednesday I went to visit Mum and Dad, along with my Aunt. My parents still live in the same family home in Catisfield, where my Aunty lived before she left home at eighteen years old; this is the first time, she has returned in two decades. The bungalow they live in has changed dramatically during the years my Mother and Father have lived there, but essentially it is the same building it always was. This old place encompasses many memories for my Aunt Trisha and you could see she was thoughtful as she walked around the rooms. A home is really only a pile of bricks and mortar, but the stories it could tell, if only it could talk, would be irreplaceable. I certainly don't have the same connection to this building as I do to 'Nashe House,' where I grew up as a child, but I understand the emotions involved in that trip down memory lane, the same journey I took a few weeks ago.

    Mum and Dad's life in  Catisfield is coming to an end, as they reach the end of an era. After several generations, they have finally sold their home and are looking forward to moving back to the village where my Father was born. They are moving into a purpose built complex, which has everything they need for a comfortable retirement, right on their doorstep. A cinema, restaurants, shops and extensive grounds will improve the quality of life for my parents dramatically. Friary Meadow as it is called, will not be cheap, with property prices starting at three hundred and eighty thousand pounds, but it will ensure a standard of living they are used to and give them more freedom to live life the way they want.

    Mum's disability is an ongoing issue and she requires carers to help my father lift her from the hospital bed that she is now confined to. The costs of carers at Friary Meadow are much lower than the standard rate traditionally charged. Currently Mum and Dad pay twenty seven pounds an hour for a private company to help with Mum's personal care. These costs will be substantially lower at their new home  and even with large maintenance charges, financially they will be better off.

    All of us have to think about our old age and save for an uncertain future. My parents are luckier than most and can afford the costs involved in long term care. Of course not everyone has that luxury. When I am Mum and Dad's age, my life will be very different; I will not have the resources to pay for my retirement. In all probability I will be working longer and will be living on less money; my future is not set in stone and I will not enjoy the security my parents enjoy.

    Sitting talking to my Mother and Father, I was struck by their stoical realisation, that this is what they have to do in order to move forwards during the later stages of their life. Mum spoke fondly of the home she has lived in for 20 years; despite the emotions of their situation , she was more than happy to be moving on.

    I have to admit I was strongly opposed to Mum and Dad moving to this expensive village initially, but over time have come round to the idea. When one looks at the cost of care, which can extend to fifteen hundred pounds a week, I am reassured that the six hundred pounds a month service charge they will have to pay will be well worth it. In the end what my parents decide to do is up to them and they have to put themselves first. They have both worked and saved hard all their lives and it is important for them to be happy now, especially as Mum's health continues to cause anxiety and stress for all of us who have witnessed her deterioration the last six months.

    Walking around their bungalow with Dad, I was struck by the amount of personal effects they have, a life time of memories that need to be sorted and disposed of. Not having a home of my own, it will be difficult for me to take anything substantial, but I know my Aunt has agreed to store certain items until Darrell and I have somewhere more permanent to live. With my usual 'hoarder head' on I expressed a wish that they don't throw things away, only to regret it later. I only say this because of my own experience. Having moved abroad on several occasions and back to the UK, Darrell and I have had to get rid of a lot of stuff, items I wish I still had today. I am mindful of just how different our life is to my parents however and look forward to a more streamlined existence myself!

    With Mum and Dads move imminent, I hope to be there to help if I can, although travelling to Asia could make that difficult. I am pleased they have found somewhere to live during their twilight years and hope it will be everything they ever wanted. The only priority I have in life is my partner and family, I would move Heaven and Earth to make sure anyone of us enjoys a secure and prosperous future. I may not always agree with my parents, but I more than understand the love they share, which in the end, is the most important factor in life. Live everyday like its your last and make every moment count!
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    Make Changes!

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    It has been a busy couple of weeks. The new role in work is going well as well as being extremely busy – I’m in my 5th week and it has been like being in the middle of a whirlwind. I’m loving it because I’m having to push myself daily and having to challenge myself daily as well.

    It isn’t just in work that I’m busy but also out of work as well. A few months ago I was sitting at home alone feeling pretty fed up with life and knew I had to kick myself firmly up the arse to change that. I was in total denial about how much I had dragged myself down and when I looked in the mirror I didn’t like what I saw. I needed to change. In that moment I knew I had to turn things around. Months later and I feel fitter, feel stronger, feel more in control, and feel happier. It was a tough call to make that change. It isn’t the first time I’ve had to do that in my life.

    In my late twenties I was in a real rut and suffering from a chronic bout of depression that resulted in me taking a large paracetamol overdose – I wanted to check out as I saw no other way out. I was riddled with guilt about choices, decisions and events that had happened in my life. I was chronically unhappy. I couldn’t see how I could change my life. I spent a week in hospital recovering and was told I was lucky to be alive. I was told the amount of paracetamol I had taken should have killed me.

    When I was discharged from hospital I vowed that I needed to turn things around and worked my arse off to do so and continue to do so to this day. When I looked in the mirror last year I knew I needed to take ownership and be accountable again and get back on track, that there had to be more than this and I was the only person that could change things – no one was going to turn things around for me. Life isn’t a rehearsal and we only get one shot at it.

    Sometimes the hard part is admitting that there is a problem and there needs to be major change. Making those changes is not an easy option, it means taking yourself well and truly out of your comfort zone, pushing yourself, pushing yourself hard, pushing yourself even harder – do more, be more. It takes effort to do that.

    Someone I know has hit that point where they have realised they need to make some major changes because how they are living is destructive and unsustainable. When I found out I knew how they felt as I’d been in that place before. I’ve chatted to them quite a bit since Sunday and we both know that it isn’t going to be easy but it is achievable to make those changes for the better.

    I’ve told them not to look solely at the bigger goal but to break it down into much smaller achievable goals. If you make a 1% change to your life every week then in 6 months you could be in a much better place. In a year just imagine what you could achieve. 1% change each week.

    To do that takes heart, it takes discipline, it takes effort, it takes commitment. Most people don’t do this – they remain in a rut, they are in denial, they embrace mediocrity. They don’t make changes and remain in their comfort zone. Closed minds and the easy option all the time. Some of the toughest people I know are those who have looked in the mirror and have said ‘things need to change’ and have effected that change. It is not an easy thing to do. It is not the easy option.

    If you want to make changes I challenge you to do so – each week write down that 1% change you’ve made – and then in 6 months see how much you’ve achieved and how much things have changed.

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    Hey All!

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    Hey all,

    I haven’t written in ages, and to be honest it’s probably because life has been okay.. I’ve kept busy, I’ve been doing bits and have felt alright.

    Tonight, I am not alright… I have let myself get into a big old hole where life just feels shit.

    When I feel like this, all I can think constantly in my head, is what is my reason for being on this earth? I have no children and no boyfriend/husband.. what is my point of being here?

    By all means, I don’t want the sympathy from anyone.. that is not what I am asking for in the slightest.

    I just feel so down and so sad about everything. I’m sure tomorrow I will delete this blog cause I will instantly regret opening up and sharing my feelings… but right now to distract myself I need to write.

    So here it is… yuck.


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    Murderer In Our Midst!

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    A few months ago someone I once knew, was sentenced to life in Prison for murdering his partner. Shane Roberts (Not his real name) viciously attacked his girlfriend Marie with a baseball bat, before stabbing her in the neck with a shard of glass from a broken mirror. I was in two minds whether to write anything about this incident, but felt compelled to after the impact he had on my life and that of my friends! Initially I was going to write about this incident in December, when his sentence was announced, but felt the trauma for all those involved was too raw and left it until today, before writing these words!

    Shane was introduced to me and others by a mutual friend and at first we all got on well as a group. He had a charm about him that was actually quite endearing, but on occasion, a nasty side would surface; alarm bells would ring. During this time he formed a relationship with one of my friends, who I will call Lisa; consequently she became pregnant with his child, giving birth to a lovely baby girl, who it has to be said, is a credit to her, bringing her up extremely well, away from the destructive influence of her Father.

    Like Marie, this young Mum went through a difficult time, suffering abuse on a daily basis. On one occasion I witnessed him attack her and it wasn't long before these two individuals split and went their separate ways; this wasn't the end of the matter however and Shane continued to make life difficult for Lisa and others who knew her! After giving evidence to the Police, Shane was ordered to stay away, but continued to harass those who knew her best, turning up on my doorstep, pleading for help before I left to live in Spain. At the time I felt guilty about not letting him into my home, but realise now, I could have had a lucky escape.

    I had very little contact with Shane after we moved abroad, but did hear from him from time to time, usually a sob story about how his life was going and how the World was against him. Lisa had also moved on, but still looked over her shoulder, wondering when he would turn up and the circle of strife would start all over again. All the while Shane continued down a reckless path, frequently arrested and spending time in jail.

    When I announced I was returning to the UK on 25 May 2018, Shane was the first person I heard from, trying to arrange a meeting, wanting to see me urgently, for reasons unknown. He bombarded my mobile night and day and eventually I blocked him from social media and my phone. This isn't the course of action I would have followed in the past, always trying to do what I could to help someone who needed it most, but something told me it was the right thing at the time. I have become a very good judge of character in recent years and without exception follow my gut instinct, when deciding whether or not to remove someone from my life.

    As a trained Mentor and Advocate, I was always aware of how to deal with certain individuals and used my experiences to help those unfortunate souls who had lost their way in life. Part of my skills, learned whilst working for 'Action for Children,' was my ability to listen and articulate what I had heard, in order to create a dialogue between two inherently opposed sides. I have always been a good negotiator and do my best to achieve an amicable outcome for all, without the need for confrontation and conflict. I see the good in people and want them to succeed and overcome adversity, because all of us deserve the same chances in life. Shane however pushed me to the limits of what I could reasonably do and sadly I chose to give up on him as a person. This had rarely happened in my life, but one must reasonably know when to draw the line.

    When I was told what had transpired between Shane and his partner, I was shocked. I knew this guy had his problems, but didn't think for one minute he could be a murderer; although thinking logically, what does a murderer actually look and act like anyway?

    Yesterday I was asked if I wanted to do some more advocacy work, with a leading British charity, something I have agreed to think about. Today I lead a very busy life and rarely have time to think, but I am always open to new challenges and understand I can make a difference to other peoples lives. There will always be people like Shane in the World, people that can't be assisted, but there are also others who may have just gone off the rails and can be encouraged to mend their ways. I often think 'what if?' in Shane's case, but am frequently reminded that he was a person who couldn't be helped in the end. Rather than beating myself up over a man who will spend the rest of his life in jail, I should be concentrating on those he left behind, the real victims and providing a voice, a shoulder to cry on and a catalyst for expression.

    I hope to channel my time and energy into helping those who need it most and will likely accept an offer to become an advocate once again. The personalities and characters we meet throughout our lives are a benchmark for the future. I hope to use my experiences with Shane to push me forwards along roads I haven't travelled before. As his memory fades, new impressions will take his place and the negativity that surrounds his departure will become a positive change for the future!
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    Furniture Wanted!

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    It's been another productive day at Cancer Research, despite the number of photographs we take each Monday. This week I was using my new Huawei camera, which I have bought specifically for my blog. I have been looking to purchase a decent camera phone for a while now and this new Huawei Mate20 Pro is fantastic and comes highly recommended from a number of reputable sources. Blogging is a huge part of my life and investing in it is important to maximise my readership and ensure I move 'Roaming Brit' onto the next level, improving quality and allowing me to focus on my passion, photography. Once again I was able to capture some great shots from all the staff and volunteers at our Portsmouth branch!
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    My boss Zerina has asked me to include an appeal in today's entry, asking for readers to donate furniture to our store in Commercial Road. Our charity shop has decided to start selling larger items of furniture, something we have been doing for quite a number of weeks now and it has been going well....Very well! 

    Like every charity shop, we rely on donations from the public. Already we have had some wonderful items through the front door. Only today I priced up a superb water colour, from a competent amateur artist and a lovely inlaid marquetry walnut box; two items that anyone would be proud to own. It's donations like these that show just how generous the general public is and we want to keep up the momentum.

    If you are currently redecorating your home and have some household items you no longer want, please give Cancer Research a ring and we will happily pick them up. Living with the knowledge that your gift is helping to make cancer history is  truly awe-inspiring and benefits those suffering with cancer as well as the local community in which you live. As someone who also donates when I can, I can highly recommend it. Cancer has touched all our lives and its because of you, that we can continue to do the research necessary, to help patients up and down the country. All of us in Commercial Road look forward to taking your call!
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    Hospital!

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    Since returning to the UK, I have been concentrating on sorting my health out. Whilst living in Spain my well-being had been neglected for far too long. Now in my late forties it was important for me to start looking towards a brighter future, so returning home, has allowed me to sort out many problems that had been building for years.

    Sadly in Spain, I had no access to the state health care system, having been taken off my employers payroll without my knowledge at least six months before I left for the UK. In Spain the only way I could access such services was by proving my employment. Due to my removal and payment of wages on a cash in hand basis, without wage slips, I was left helpless when trying to access the GP's surgery in Gran Alacant.  In the end I chose to pay for medical care, but the language barrier and costs involved proved too much and I just put my ailments on the back burner for a while; a decision that could have left me in a precarious position, when I should have looking after myself.

    During the last six months living on the Costa Blanca, I wasn't in a good way and was suffering from a number of different problems, brought on mainly by anxiety and stress. I was prescribed blood pressure tablets and Statins and paid €250 for an MOT, just to see if there were any other issues to be concerned about, which thankfully there weren't. Nevertheless there were other concerns I was avoiding, mainly due to my cowardice and it wasn't until I returned to the UK, that I really got to grips with what was going on with my 48 year old body.

    It is interesting to note that I left the UK to help improve my health, by living and working in Spain, yet left with it in a worse condition than it was two and a half years before. Spain was never really going to work for us as a couple, it is an unforgiving place; the lack of employment opportunities, income, personal issues and an employer whose behaviour was erratic and difficult, just compounded the disadvantages we faced.

    Spain is a distant memory now and I am just glad to be home, dealing with complications that have been mounting for years. Like most men, I have been ignoring conditions, that could be potentially serious, for too long, until today. When I first arrived in the UK I booked to see my Doctor about a personal issue and was referred to a specialist in Portsmouth, making my first appointment in September. Subsequently I cancelled this date and four others, I suppose because of the fear of what could be found. Today I finally plucked up the courage to go to St Mary's Treatment Centre, with my Cousin to keep me company, in order to attend the day clinic and undergo an investigative procedure. Being honest, I have been worried about this surgery for months now, but I need not have been.

    The Doctor and nurses put me at ease and I could even watch the operation being carried out on a television screen, all the while the surgeon describing what was going on. Although uncomfortable, I chose not to have any sedation and endured the process without any difficulty at all.

    After waiting in the ward, I was given my results within ten minutes and was relieved at the findings. Yesterday I was going to die, today I was able to breathe a sigh of relief, after being prescribed a course of treatment to help ease my symptoms and live with the condition without any real trouble.

    I suppose the moral of this entry today is simple....Whatever issues you may have, deal with them there and then and don't delay what essentially could be a life saving procedure. My symptoms mirrored many other serious, chronic illnesses and it was just through luck that I didn't have anything life threatening. I am so thankful I kept my appointment at St Mary's and as I approach my fifties, will no longer be avoiding the same consultations in the future. I will have to continue having checkups on a regular basis from now on but will not be delaying the inevitability of old age; next time I might not be so lucky!
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