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    Pick Yourself Up!

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    When there is no further to fall, when you have reached the bottom, when the chips are down, when the hole´s too deep. just pick yourself up, put on a smile and carry on, No one else will do it for you!
           Luke 21 March 2016
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    Cost of Living!

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    Work is going well at the restaurant.  I have been there for a good few days now and although the season, here in Spain hasn´t yet started, we have had a busy few days.  Last night was good.  We cooked for about thirty people.

    ​The customers were mainly Norwegian.  There is a large Scandinavian community here in Gran Alacant.  Not as large as the British community, but more or less on a par!
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    Scandinavians are also very different people.  They are firmer, more vocal and opinionated.  This is more about the nature of the people who live in Northern Europe.  To put it quite simply, it is the way they are!  They can come across rude, but this is not the case.  It´s harsher up north as they say!
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    Zest GA

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    I am fascinated, why there are so many different enclaves and groups of different nationalities, especially in Gran Alacant and indeed Spain as a whole!

    ​From what I believe, there are mainly two main reasons.  Northern Europe is of course colder, a lot colder, so it is a natural thing for those who can afford to, to buy second homes here, or relocate to sunnier climbs on the Mediterranean .

    ​Pensions are also a lot higher in  Scandinavian countries.  On average the state pension alone is worth about 2000€ a month.  That is a huge difference to the basic state pension in The UK, at about 700€!  One Scandinavian pensioner recently told me, they couldn´t possibly spend all of their pension, whilst living here in Spain!
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    When we finished work, Jamie and myself popped out to Zest for a drink or two.  First day down, it was time to celebrate.  Normally you see familiar faces in the bar but with the season more or less under way, there were a few new faces , so we got totally drunk, or rather Jamie did and I just helped him get home!
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    Cost of Living!

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    We bought a car, finally to get round the area.  It is only a cheap run around, as the process of buying cars here in Spain, like everything else is long and tedious! 
    Cars are expensive to buy for a start.  Due to the hot weather, they do tend to hold their value.  Often after owning a vehicle for two years, you can still get the same amount of money you paid for it, when selling.

    ​Like everything else here in Spain, when you buy a car, you have to pay tax.  The amount of tax you pay is based on the value of the care.  Not how much money you paid for the car, but based on a data base of values held by the Government.  There are also a number of other fee´s you need to pay and like everything else here, the process itself is long.

    ​The Spanish do like their paperwork.  They like paperwork on a massive scale and the different departments, that deal with paperwork at an official level are vast and many.  No single department communicates with another and, it does seem as though one spends ones whole life filling in forms and jumping through official hoops.

    ​This is really just nothing more than the Spanish way of doing things.  They have always done things this way and it is the way the system actually works.  Well I say works, what actually happens is something completely different.  It works to a point, but actually, in practice it is adding to a very sluggish, economically bad and non people friendly Country, that does need a lot of change in order to move forward successfully, in Europe!

    ​This all sounds very anti Spanish, doesn´t it.  Well it is not meant to be.  It is about discussing the need, for Spain to change drastically, in order to be the success it deserves.  The high rates of unemployment here, as well as the extreme levels of red tape, is the major stumbling block to Spain building a successful economy, long term.

    ​Like all major European States, there is much that Spain can do to alleviate its problems.  Sometimes the Political will power, is just not there.  One needs to be bold and brave enough to actually get to grips with what is actually needed in conquering the instability and problems that exist in Spain, making it one of the worst Countries in Western Europe to find a job.  These factors need to change!

    ​So we bought a car or rather, we have started the process of buying a car.  I have no idea how long the full process will take, God only knows.  It will take as long as it takes. We are in Spain after all.

    Mañana

    Mañana, probably the most famous of Spanish words, translated into English,  means tomorrow.  The word mañana is used as a derogatory term, meaning ´Put off what you can do today, to tomorrow` Claiming the Spanish are lazy.  ¿But is this really the case?

    ​Unemployment is high here, it hovers at around 20-25%, which is a huge number of people not working in Spain.  This is the fault of The Government, not the Spanish people.  The antiquated employment laws here in Spain, do not make it easy to gain and sustain employment.  The restrictive contracts and expensive get out clauses are not congenial to long term, credible jobs and needs to be revised.

    ​Spanish people want to work and those I have had contact with, who do work, work hard, long hours and with less protection than their European compatriots. Mañana  is wrongly contributed to a whole race of people, because it is the way we perceive things here in Spain.  Nothing could be further from the truth!

    ​Life is harder here.  In fact from my travels and knowledge of Southern Europe life is very different in many ways.  Wages are much lower, up to about 50% lower in fact.  You must factor in the low cost of living, in order to get a true picture of what is actually going on here.  In relative terms, even with lower wages, people are much better off living here in Spain, that is a fact.  When one considers the high costs of housing in The UK.  A similar sized property, where we lived in Southampton would cost on average, 1300€, here the cost is 350€.  You can immediately see, just how much cheaper it is to live here. 

    ​We have no travel costs  at all, working close to where we live.  Even if we want to go into Alicante, it costs 1.50€ on a superb bus service, you can only dream of in Southampton.  This is for a half an hour journey, which in the UK would probably cost 6€ equivalent.  Food is also cheaper, a lot cheaper here.  For three people we probably spend about 60€ a week, compared to 110€ in the UK.  Petrol costs 99c a litre and 1.50€ in The UK.  The disparity in costs also has its down sides.  Electricity costs three times what it does in The UK and water costs slightly more.  Road tax in Spain costs 70€ a year in the UK it costs 320€. We pay 25€ a month for Wifi here.  In the UK, you have to have a line rental and we paid approximately 45€ a month. The biggest difference in cost are the price of cars.  You can pay 40% more here in Spain for a similar car. 

    ​There you have it, the cost of living here in Spain.  Life is certainly cheaper.  You absolutely work much harder, but you also enjoy the benefits of living in such a gorgeous Country, with 320 days of sun a year, now that can´t be bad.  We are looking forward to a productive future this year, with more work than we could possible do and we have the satisfaction of knowing that we have finally come home to Spain, left the dregs behind and are finally happy in life!

    ​Peace and Love always!
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    Ye Olde Days of Yore!

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    Ramblings, from an old Queen!

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    Queen Fortuna Capriçe

    Flying out of The South Hamptons on a cold winters day in old Blighty, was the happiest day of ones life.  One was escorted to the aerodrome by what was left of the staff,  Princess Jaymie met one after being driven in from The Lords Hill, a less palatial home and a place one was glad she was finally leaving behind, along with the memories of lesser times, with lesser people and less happiness.

    Coming from our Royal Family, she had been used to the best things in life.  She enjoyed the excesses of her own demise to the extreme and was sent mad by the notoriety and public nature of her Royal Status.

    The skeletons of her right raucous past and debauchery from days of yore, weighed heavily on her aged old face, weathered, oh so quickly with time and over indulgence.  A slip of a waif, more worn than upstanding and model daughter from good breeding stock, no more!
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    New Capriçe

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    ​When we were looking for a new home, had only one main stipulation, SUN and lots of it.  We literally put a pin in a map and came up with our New Capri.

    ​The Palace of Capri, Gay Capri or the biggest house in the cul-de-sac, was a large old place. Vast rooms full of

    Arrival

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    We have arrived, the Royal we, in reference to us, ones family, ones name for all of our most Royal of families.  We have reached the Southern Spanish shores, our exile from that place we call South Hampton.  Hampton had become a place of rot and failure and we aim to change that.  We want our family to once again be great and glorious, living with those European types and expats, that bring joy to ones heart. People who are more fitting with our new Royal life, commanded by decree to be everything we hope it to be!
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    We are retired!

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    We are retired, not literally as it were.  People of our status never retire, we just rattle on until we fall apart at the seems, all the time remaining dignified and above the fray.  That´s me anyway, for our daughter Jaymie, things are very different.  Her life has been lived in the public glare of the tabloids and her behaviour was known throughout the streets of The Hamptons.  She bought shame upon The House of Capri, lost her integrity and fell head long into the underworld she decided to call home!

    A rejected Mother, a woman scorned is a devil to beware and a beast of a bitch, rabid with rage, not with our perfect princess but with those disadvantaged charlatan´s who prey on those with more to loose!
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    paintings, collectables and objects of desire. Useless and without purpose, now all sold in auctions around Britain.

    ​So ´New Capri´ or ´Casa Capriçe´, is a little different to the old shack we sold in The Hamptons.  It is smaller, taller and is taking a lot of getting used too.  Climbing up those flights of marble stairs, during the winter months here in Spain, could have changed our minds on our new adopted home.  We could have left as those desert evenings took hold, here on the chasm, and the edge of a cliff, in the hills around Alicante. Stoicism and memories prevented a quick departure.  Memories of The KitKat Club debacle and the beggar who captured Jaymie´s heart, kept us here, cold, shivering, but coping with the extremes, that Spain  through our way!

    ​When a Queen falls on hard times, there is only one thing to do.  Straighten your crown, brush down your ermine and pick yourself up.  As options go, myself, husband and Jaymie picked the hardest option.  We could have quite easily stayed in The Hamptons, but after the life changing antics of people, who don´t
    have an ounce of class in them​, people who´s only ambition is a dirty mattress in a squat and those ugly personages, of personality and appearance, the lowest of low, the sinister antics of a few and the reprehensible crimes of those who should know better, we, us, our family, our damn, hard working, honest and loyal family, decided to move onwards, out of Country and home.  Leaving behind the nightmares of a troubled past and looking forward to the challenges of a future in exile, with like minded individuals, not afraid to make the changes necessary to survive in less palatial but never the less beautiful, scenic and wonderfully breath taking circumstances.
    Of course, things have changed.  With The Palace, long gone, our Casa, is altogether a much gentler affair.  Smaller, compact, practically a Palace on wheels.  A retirement Casa for me and my husband!
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    A little like Belgrave Square, Casa Capriçe, sits upon a hill over looking Alicante, on The Costa Plonka.  Little London I like to call it.  London without people and stress!
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    Reina Gran`Al

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    An old Queen, stumbling through Europe, family in tow, looking to build a new life in a community, one has fallen in love with.  Expatriots, living their lives on The Costa´s, everyone, like us, with a story to tell. 

    ​Welcomed into the gated communities of the Gran`Al estate, in the hills around this beautiful Country, called Spain, steeped in history, mediterranean heat, bull fighters, castanets and flamenco dancers, Brits, Spaniards and Costa Crim´s!  A melting pot, to be stirred with our Royal fruits, a sprinkling of personality and a bottle of cheap Champagne.

    ​So far so good as they.  The locals are not hostile, the natives have not risen and we have all settled in much better than we could have ever imagined.

    ​Our Casa is nearly finished and this old Queen has even taken a job, to keep the Royal head above water.
    Princess Jaymie is waiting tables, rather like the Russian side of the Caprov´s did, after the fall of Tsarist Russia, keeping alive the family tradition if you will.  Empires fall, but we just carry on, carrying on .  This old Queen aint over yet, our Empire isn´t yet crumbling.  A little worn around the edges, but still in tact.

    ​Currently our grand tour of Europe has led us to a truly British enclave and haven of Englishness in this our new home.  Despite dressing as the locals do, flamenco meets westwood, our acceptance among humble peasant folk, has yet to be
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    Making Royal Ends Meet!

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    Well that day has finally come.  All the money has gone, the Palace is no more and it´s time to do the unthinkable.  Roll up ones sleeves and work ones ass off!

    ​It isn´t easy, or indeed cheap being looked up too. One does have certain standards to up hold, style of dress, travel costs, the list is endless.  For me, working is something to enjoy now, different to what one is used too, but worth doing to cultivate our new life on The Costa´s!
    Of course, even we have to work to make ends meet.  There isn´t an endless supply of money in the old coffer, so with Jaymie waiting tables. I have to cook, yes a Queen cooking in a local restaurant. 

    ​I was taught to cook, during the war, when in order to muck in with the poor and pretend to be one of them, my dear Mother, and previous old Queen, Pauletta, showed me the wonders of nut roast´s and fig rolls.  She always told me it would come in handy one day, when I had spent the family fortune!
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    Family

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    The only straight one in our family, Natalee Michelle!  The toughest, battler you´ll ever meet.  Never afraid of confrontation, never backs down from a fight and never looses a war.  Well this young lass, has decided to join us, flying out in early April. 
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    By moving to Spain, with our Jaymie, one of course has to accept those one has left behind.  Families do of course change and in many cases break apart over the years and there are those family members, who one would rather never see again and for that reason, I shall not be mentioning them.  They are now dead to me and only remain as a forgotten memory.

    ​Our daughter Leigh, is one person I shall miss, in every shape and form.  We had a nice little chat over the Inter Web yesterday, and she seems to be at that point in her life when she wants a change.  Maybe she will decide to follow her sister out here, into the wilds of Spain. 
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    Our Natalee!

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    We have arrived, we are beginning our new life and journey, with the help and support of friends and family, both in The UK and now here in Spain.  We are delighted Jaymie and Natalee will be here with us and look forward to our future together.

    ​Peace and love always!
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    Natalee Michelle!

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    Our dear friend Natalee Michelle is coming out to live with us in Spain.  She will be arriving into Alicante at the beginning of April.

    ​I am delighted that Natalee has decided to come out here and live.  I know she will love the place. 

    ​Natalee was the one person who did the most for me, during one of the worst periods of my life, so I can only say, my house is always Natalee´s house, for as long as she wants to stay!

    ​This will be an adventure for her.  She can only try and see if she likes it, not everyone does of course.  Life is very different here, but Natalee, like Jamie is young enough to learn Spanish ways, the language and the culture that we have all thus far embraced!

    ​Can´t wait to see you Natalee xxx
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    First day in new job!

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    Jamie is also working there.  I spoke to the owner on Sunday, while we were out for lunch and said if she needed any help to let me know and sure enough she phoned me on Tuesday offering me a position at the restaurant!

    ​I had my first day on Wednesday, preparing food for the next day.  It has one of the largest kitchens in the area and I am sure I will be happy there! 
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    16 March 2016

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    Sadly I have had to give up working for the charity shop.  This is a disappointment for me, as I have had such a lovely time with some wonderful people, who have taught me much since coming here.

    ​In reality, I need to work more and have been offered an opportunity in a local restaurant as a chef. 
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    The last time I was cooking on a professional level, was when I worked at Brickworth, in Whiteparish.  We used to have our own café, shop and garage and lived on the premises 24/7.  It was hard work.  Cooking in a kitchen is hard work, especially cooking to order!
    The temperatures here in Spain will also add to that hard work.  I will be cooking in some of the hottest temperatures in the World, so I am under no illusions as to the nature of the work.  Obviously, until summer is fully underway, I have no idea what to expect.  It will make things easier to break in, starting at this time of year, just in time for the Easter rush.  The extremes in temperature, will not be as noticeable!

    ​My first day in the new job went well, working with another chef in the kitchen.  It was opening night, St Patricks Day, so not as busy as it could have been, though better than expected. The owner seemed pleased, that was all that mattered to me. 

    There we have it, all working, not a lot at the moment, as the season has not yet started.  Easter is expected to be extremely busy here, with all the trouble else where in the World so watch this space as it were.  I´m expecting to work 60 hours a week in  summer.  I am not adverse to working long hours and am more than happy to do it.  I am a battler and grafter when I have to be, as is Darrell, and indeed Jamie.  Positivity is the key, looking forwards not backwards and just keep moving on.

    ​Eventually we aim to end up back in Australia, however long it takes.  We will probably stay here in Spain for at least five and maybe more years.  The longer the better for me.  I have truly fallen in love with this place.

    ​Let me give you an example of why, I love it here so much.  I have just got back from the bank.  I broke the chip on my other card and had one reordered.  I walked in and handed over my passport as ID, to collect my new card.  The cashier, didn´t take, saying, ´No no, Luke, I know who you are!´
    ​This just does not happen in The UK, it really doesn´t.  She remembered my name, and like everyone else here, has welcomed us all into the community.  Spanish people are much more friendly.  They take time to pass the time of day and whether in shops or banks offer a service, that is second to none.

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    Dicks & Zest

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    Jamie and I popped into Dicks on the way home.  It was a very hot afternoon, ideal for a pint in the sun!  We also went into Zest, to have a few drinks and finally home, where a drunken Jamie jumped in the pool.  The be fair the bloody water was freezing, but it didn´t seem to phase him!
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    Teaching Jamie

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    With Jamie working behind the bar in his new job, he had to learn to iron this week.  Normally we are teaching him to cook, but it was important for Jamie to get to grips with the other, more mundane aspects of life and independence!
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    He actually did quite well.  He´s still learning, but he´s nearly there!