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    My Perfect Christmas Day — Caroline Machin!

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    My perfect day would be from when I was small. All the aunts, uncles, and grandparents would turn up at our house. The men carrying chairs for extra seating at the table, which consisted of 3 paste tables covered in tablecloths, and my nan bringing her homemade Xmas puds with sixpences in! Then all the men went to the local pub at lunchtime, while all the woman peeled veg and chatted away in the kitchen; drinking Martini and lemonade, this all culminated in a very tasty and filling Christmas dinner around about half past 3. All the uncles and grandads would fall asleep in armchairs with the gas fire glowing away warmly and the women clearing and washing up. Me as the only littleun would be playing with my new toys surrounded by snoring and occasional farting men. Would give anything to have that again, just for one day. Loved ones sadly gone and still missed .

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    My Perfect Christmas Day — Michele Stokes!

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    Well Christmas to me is all about Family. Unfortunately my mother doesn't celebrate Christmas, there is nothing Christmassy about the house, a few cards may adorn the place, but it's just another day to get through. Our Daughter Nia is away in Canada and I would dearly love her to be with us over the festive season and hopefully include my mother. That's what I would wish for this year. Merry Christmas to one and all xx


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    My Perfect Christmas Day - Alastair Thompson!

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    Christmas Day is all about being with my family. No matter where we are, as long as we can be together, that’s all that matters. Christmas is an important family time. The food, presents, and fun and games are all brilliant, but it’s the family time which is the most precious, especially given how last Christmas unfolded.

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    The Waiting Game!

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    It's been a while since I have written a personal blog entry; I have been so busy working over recent weeks, that I just haven't had the time to put pen to paper. It is hard for me, not being able to express myself when I want to, but I do have pressing priorities at the moment, which has meant having to put my life on hold for a short period. We have managed to meet up with an old mate, Elaine, who we haven't seen for six years, and that has lifted my spirits somewhat. I look forward to seeing more friends over the coming months, people who have played a pivotal role in our relationship together!

    Darrell has been back in the UK for a little over a month now, although it does feel a lot longer. We have had to deal with so much in such a short space of time, that I sometimes just can't keep up. Our rapidly changing circumstances can be difficult to quantify, causing anxiety on a daily basis. Darrell chose to help his Mother during her battle with cancer, back home in Australia, and now he is being penalised for his endeavours. The reason we are where we are today, experiencing such highs and lows, is because he made an empathetic decision to be with my Mother in law at a particularly traumatic time.

    Life has always been hard for us, right from day one, and the truth is, we've not made it easy for ourselves. Living in Spain, travelling the World and in recent times living apart, has caused us no end of issues. Both of us are once again in a position where we have to rebuild and restart our life, back home in the country where we met. Ideally we would have liked to rekindle our links with Spain at some point. It was a country where we both felt happy and accepted. Realistically, however, it isn't going to happen.

    Events have conspired to curtail our life on the continent; Brexit and the pandemic have cut short any opportunity to settle in Europe. The hardest part is accepting our dream is finally over. Both of us always dreamt of a new life abroad and in a small way, we did achieve that ambition, but today the long-term complications of such a venture is just too much to overcome. With so many expats now leaving Spain and other European nations to return home, because of their own personal circumstances, after such a terrible two years, we just have to accept the inevitable. Both Darrell and I are not going to be relocating to Spain or anywhere else, anytime soon, if ever!

    Despite working a lot of hours, supporting Darrell, my mind has most certainly been elsewhere. I continue to save for our future when I can, but I also have to be pragmatic, unable to put as much money aside as I once could. I have to look after Darrell while he waits for his immigration status to be updated and with the cost of living rising at a dramatic rate, it isn't an easy task. There is only so much money to go around, and I have to be as frugal as I can in order to get us through these next few months.

    Before Darrell returned from Australia, my life was relatively comfortable, today I have to bolster him and I, without reliance on benefits of any sort. Our relationship prohibits Darrell from claiming benefits, with expectations resting firmly on my shoulders. This is a particular hard pill to swallow, especially when one considers the contribution and commitment made by Darrell, to this country, over twenty years. He has never claimed a penny in benefits, so why isn't he allowed to ask for help now? It does seem our life will be forever scrutinised and assessed by people who have no concept of the struggles we have endured and  that is a cross we will have to bear.

    The waiting game continues for us, as it has done for years; more fighting and battling to remain together after more misguided choices. Even at fifty years old, I am still living as a second class citizen in my own country and both of us are still having to jump through hoops to survive. The best we can hope for, is a return to normality within the next few weeks, the worst, is a refusal from the Home Office and the implementation of plan B, which we haven't even contemplated yet. For now, we will continue to tighten our belts, stay focused and determined and hope for a swift, expeditious end to yet another challenging time, in both our lives!
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    My Perfect Christmas Day — Jean Reiterbund!

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    My perfect Christmas is much the same as everyone's, although my thoughts may be slightly different. It's not so much the opening of presents, but the family in harmony, joy, and laughter filling the house. My usual day starts with putting on the Christmas music, tree lights switched on and Turkey in the oven, a glass of champagne and a reflection of the ones who passed over in the year. Up and dressed, I wait for the family to descend on me and the children ripping open their presents while adults watch, glass in hand. The atmosphere grows if soft snow starts to fall or a frost on the nearby trees glisten, while we all are safe and warm by a log fire. Party games and prizes and of course karaoke; sometimes listening to The Queen's speech, while others have fallen asleep.

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    My Perfect Christmas Day — Joanne Hurst!

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    My perfect Christmas Day was always spent with my family. We had lots of 'being very silly,' playing board games, making masses of mess, eating too much, (Love a roast spud and piggies in blankets,) laughing at corny cracker jokes, wearing silly hats and the dishwasher on all day.

    This year I will be alone on Christmas Day, as Mummy passed away in June and my siblings will be in different areas of Britain; I have it all planned — me, Pj's, tea/coffee, doing a jigsaw whilst watching whatever daft telly I want and a full English for dinner!


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