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    A Life Lived Differently!

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    I've actually had time off this Thursday, a rare thing these days; once again however I was up bright an early for a appointment with my GP at the Lake Road Practice. There was no waiting around unlike my experiences arranging appointments with a Doctor in Southampton and I was seen within five minutes of arriving. After an examination for an ongoing problem, I have been referred to St Mary's Hospital in Portsmouth for further tests. Since leaving Spain I have been on a mission to sort out health issues that took a back seat whilst living abroad. Although the local clinics are fantastic in Gran Alacant, I found the language barrier an issue, when speaking with practitioners; as a result I avoided attending appointments and ailments I should have dealt with were just left, resulting in further difficulties. Now I am home, I can at least start to look after my health again, important at my time of life.

    Last night my old college friend Garry popped into the Newcome whilst I was working and we arranged to meet for coffee today. At just gone twelve, Garry took me for a tour of the local area in his camper van. Despite being back in the UK for three months now, I still haven't travelled too far from the Fratton area and know very little about the outskirts of the City where I now live. It was timely that Garry should suggest exploring outside of my comfort zone; it's something I have been meaning to do for a while, but with very little time and not having access to a car it has been difficult.

    Garry used my blog to contact me a while back and still reads it as often as he can. Not only has blogging opened many doors for me, but it has also rekindled some old friendships. I am in contact with many people from the dim and distant past, only because of 'Roaming Brit' and that makes all the work I put in worth it; Eight hours a day writing is no mean task; blogging is a passion!

    Today Garry wanted to introduce me to his life, driving me around his local neighbourhood and showing me the success he has become, since we last saw one another. Today he is somewhat of a property tycoon; after years of astute financial management, Garry can now reap the awards of his labours and I am pleased he can now take a step back and prepare for a more relaxing middle age. I am delighted to see family and friends doing well in their life; it is heartwarming to acknowledge just how far those I knew have come on their journey. As I sat reminiscing about days gone by I became aware that whilst my life has stood still in a financial sense, others have worked hard to attain success in their chosen field.

    Garry was concerned that I felt rather downbeat about my own development and tried to put our differences into perspective. My voyage has gone backwards in a monetary sense, having lost more or less everything I used to own; the tangible assets, property and security have all but disappeared and I am left in a very precarious position, in stark contrast to a few years ago. Garry reminded me, that I shouldn't be measuring my accomplishments in a pecuniary sense; our conduct isn't just about how much money we have. He is right of course, both of us travelled in very different directions and without going into too much detail, I have enjoyed life, lived to the full in different countries and experienced far more than most; on that basis I agree with Garry. On the other hand, at my age, I should be thinking about winding down and taking it easy after years of working, yet I am barely making ends meet, living away from my husband, having to deal with some truly insurmountable complications. My journey has been a roller coaster ride of emotion and struggle, something that is certain to continue for many years.

    I don't mind admitting how envious I am of other peoples success but I am mindful of my own failings that caused my current state of being. While my friends were forging careers, I was still far too busy enjoying life's excesses and paid little attention to the future; I took my eye off the ball and only have myself to blame. As someone far wiser than me once said, 'when you reach the bottom, your lowest point, there is only one way to go and that's up;' I agree wholeheartedly with this statement.

    It is a privilege being home right now, I am able to once again enjoy relationships with people, I thought were long gone, so the reality is, my life has become all the richer for that. In away my biggest ability is connecting with people. My open, welcoming nature has always allowed me to form close and lasting affiliations that have stood the test of time. While others have lost contact with loved ones, I have managed to keep hold of links to the past, something I have always regarded as important. As an individual I am proud of my associations and do all I can to keep them alive. I have a diverse and varied network base, because I have gone out of my way to keep the attachments that matter most.

    It is good to be in contact with Garry and others who played an important part in my youth once again, without them my continuance would have been far poorer. I am very philosophical about my place in the World now and am grateful I have a group of contacts who I can rely on for support, a friendly chat or a word or two of advice. Friendships are born from concurring circumstances at important milestones in our life, without their influences we would not have the awareness and understanding we have today. Memories are important, because they are a link to the past that sculpted and shaped our destiny. I am who I am, because of people like Garry and for that reason we should celebrate the closeness accorded to us through rewarding and enriching bonds. My past has once again become my future, for that I am truly grateful!
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    Bad decisions . . . make good stories.

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    Hard Work - Here And Abroad!

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    I've had another busy weekend with barely time to think. It was football day at The Newcome Arms, as Portsmouth played at home to Oxford United. I walked into a busy pub, after a long shift at Tesco, working through to 11.30pm; seventeen hours on my feet; I thrive on days like this and enjoy the vibrancy and excitement around me. This Saturday the locals were celebrating yet another win for their city.

    As a novice where football is concerned, I have little comprehension about the game, football players or the politics involved. Most of the time I have no idea what customers are talking about. However my ability to listen and extemporise in these situations serves me well. For the most part I have meaningful conversations about a subject I have little understanding of, without making myself look an idiot and of course I can talk the hind legs off a donkey. Adapting to situations and circumstances without a slip up is one of my best abilities; when one couples this with my love of people, you can see I am on to a winner; I am a people person in every sense of the word!

    Saturday night was full of high jinks and good spirits in the main and I thoroughly enjoy the camaraderie of the day. This weekend was a little more boisterous than usual, but nothing good bar staff couldn't handle! After fourteen hours of work on Saturday, I collapsed in bed, sleeping like a baby. My usual insomnia just disappeared. I am of course a firm believer in hard work, despite spending too long in Spain not working. Talking to a friend today about my situation living abroad, they were in agreement, it was the best decision I ever made to come home. Employment opportunities are few and far between on the Costa Blanca; your face has to fit or you wont get a job and I wasn't prepared to 'suck up' any longer, if truth be told. As a 47 year old man, with a proven job record and work ethic, I shouldn't have to beg and grovel for work. Thank god working practices are more equitable in the UK; it really is a pleasure to be back in the real World! If you enjoy your job, labouring alongside decent people and are appreciated for your endeavours, you really are not going to mind working hard. In Spain, I became rather disheartened by the amateur way in which some employers carried on their business activities. I can only speak about my own experiences; once again I picked the wrong path in life!
    I do seem rather bitter towards Spain don't I? Well I really don't mean to sound negative. Most people and businesses were decent individuals, who went out of their way to help and give people a chance; especially the many Brits who arrive in Gran Alacant each year. Had I been in the right place at the right time, I may well have settled in Spain much easier. One of the readers to my blog asked me only this morning, what advice would I give someone of my age, thinking about taking the plunge and moving to Europe. All I can say is be careful, very careful indeed. There are a lot of unscrupulous people in this World, people who take advantage of others good, honest nature; get out of holiday mode straight away. Remember no one is your friend and you should always keep your wits about you. Do not be bullied or persuaded to do something you don't feel comfortable with and above all if you aren't a good judge of character, don't move to Spain in the first place.

    As you can see I am extremely happy to be grafting again for a living. After a long tiring weekend, it was lovely to come home on Sunday and settle down for a fantastic roast dinner, cooked by my Cousin Rachel, spending some much needed time with family. This was the side of life I missed living abroad. The only real contact you have with people is in a bar or restaurant, there is very little chatter that isn't centred around alcohol and that is a real shame. Many of those I knew were only acquaintances; they patronised the bar In which I worked and that isn't any real grounding for friendship in the main. Luckily I have some good memories from those who did become close, including some customers I used to serve on a daily basis, but I can't help lamenting the missed opportunities, the lost years of loneliness and the hardships endured, only to leave the continent with nothing. I don't regret living in Spain, but I do feel remorse for not grasping the connections I could have had here instead. Since returning to the UK, I have had to reassess every aspect of my life; today I have reached a point where I can say I am happy and content to have made my own choices, the right choices and not the knee jerk reactions to circumstances that were out of my control!
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    "By the time you find greener pastures....your too old to climb the fence!"

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