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From a new life in spain, to an old life in britain, 'roaming brit' documents uncertain times!

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On 31st January 2016, my partner and I left Southampton to start a new life as Expats in Gran Alacant, on the Costa Blanca. This blog will document our journey, as we navigate the Spanish system, travelling a path untried and untested. With Brexit looming, political turmoil in Europe, and an unpredictable future, harsh decisions must be made. Illness, family bonds, and a Change of heart all make for challenging times in the life of a 'Roaming Brit!'

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Year In Review 2023!

31/12/2023

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I'm not too sure how long this blog will be today, since for the last week, I've been suffering from a bad wrist. I've been to the Doctors, as you would expect from me, and have an X-ray and ultrasound booked for 8 January. This kind of thing always happens at the most inconvenient time, so I just have to wait until Christmas is over. For now, I will just persevere and do as much as I can.

Looking back over this past year has for once been a pleasure. Darrell and I have achieved so much here in Australia, in such a short space of time. I started my new job, as Manager of a busy outlet shop, in the middle of January and have been working there ever since. Getting this job, after only being in Australia for a few months, was an amazing achievement. I had no idea I would be working so soon after receiving my Permanent Resident status, just a few weeks before. However, so far I seem to have fitted in well at this high-end shop, just a fifteen-minute walk from where we currently live.

Of course, I have worked in retail most of my life and my customer service skills are exceptional, but I still have to pinch myself sometimes, when I realise just how far I have come, since leaving the UK. Compared to previous jobs, this position is extremely well paid and has allowed me to afford a lifestyle, I could have only dreamt of in the UK. I am no longer just surviving day by day, I now have the money to do the things I want, and I am well aware of how lucky I am to be in such a fortunate position. I never thought I would be working for such a respected Australian brand, in an industry I initially knew very little about. Furthermore, I am, however, proud to say I have adapted to my somewhat challenging circumstances and become a respected member of the Management team!

Early in the year, we also exchanged contracts on our new home in Australia. With a lot of luck and encouragement from a wonderful financial advisor, we bought a three-bedroom villa, our first home together since living in Spain. The house is everything we could have dreamt of, offering us a home in a country I am now proud to call home. Thankfully, I was able to save a substantial deposit, whilst living in the UK, during COVID. For the first time in a long time, I was able to do the right thing financially and invest in mine and Darrell's future.

The villa needs a lot of work doing to it, and it isn't something we will finish overnight. Gradually, we are doing what we can, when finances allow. Unlike the past, I am paying for everything cash and not on credit, which means the renovations will take a little longer to complete. That's fine by me, I am in no rush to get everything done, and I'm not going anywhere soon.


We have managed to upgrade the electrics, replace the garden fence and fully furnish the property, without borrowing money. It's only because we earn a decent wage that we have been able to do this, if I was back in the UK, it just wouldn't have happened.

2023 has been about turning over a new leaf and part of that desire, includes financial independence and stability. With frugal living and careful money management, I have managed to pay double the mortgage payments over the last year, reducing my mortgage term from 30 to 12 years, and I'm not stopping there. I am determined to pay off this house in record time and most importantly, buy another investment property, to supplement mine and Darrell's pension as we approach retirement. This isn't something we can do straight away, especially with interest rates so high, but it is top of my list of priorities as we approach 2024.
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With my Permanent Residency secured, I was finally given permission to leave Australia; after such a difficult few months, I decided to arrange a holiday for me and Darrell, back to Thailand. This was a place both of us fell in love with, when we travelled there in 2022 and like my other half, I wanted to see more of this amazing Country. In August, we flew to Bangkok, where we began a ten-day unforgettable holiday.

This was a two centre holiday, and we started our time in Bangkok, staying once again at the Nuovo City Hotel, opposite our favourite Bangkok restaurant 'So Samsen' on Samen Road. This beautiful restaurant is owned Aom, who made us feel so at home, the first time we arrived in Thailand, a year before. Aom offered a safe haven, where we could sit and relax, finally free from the bitterness we left behind. In many respects, 'So Samsen' provided us with a homely, friendly environment, which we had craved for so long. We agreed we would return,  and here we were in 2023, back in a place, so special, so full of happy memories, 'So Samen' on Samsen Road!


From Bangkok, we flew to the northern Thai province of Chiang Mai, where we spent six amazing days exploring this truly awe-inspiring place. We spent time at an Elephant sanctuary, visited the jungle, climbed a waterfall and visited the famous Long Neck Karen People, who I had only ever read about in books. It was an incredible adventure of a lifetime and a trip I will never forget. This was what living life was all about, and we had finally found happiness far away from the UK.
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A house is of course never a home without a cat, and finally we were able to adopt two cats and make them a part of our life. First came Pippa, a beautiful tabby, who has Hyperreflexier, and the sweetest little girl, who has many issues to deal with. She was a rescue cat, who still remains nervous, but over time, we hope she will settle down and finally relax around us. Then there is Akira, a rescue kitten, who quite honestly is a little terror, but a loving one at that. Both of them have a way to go, before they are settled together, but as time moves on, they are becoming closer and closer and most importantly integrating into our life in Western Australia.
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As 2023 draws to a close, it is important for Darrell and I to spend our first Christmas together, down under, in our new home, surrounded by family and friends. For the first and last time, I cooked a proper British Christmas Dinner, in sweltering 35 degree heat. Luckily, we have aircon in every room and the raging temperature wasn't too much of an issue.

It does feel good to have a home again and invite guests over, as we used to, back in the good old days. You can go weeks without seeing people here, so it does make a pleasant change to entertain like we did in the past. Both Darrell and I are homebodies and our house is very important to us, so we are particularly choosy about whom we have over. We have been bitten too many times by bad people, and this isn't something we want again.


As we move into 2024, we hope to continue very much in the same vein as before. My job is now secure and after a large pay rise, I hope to invest more money into our villa. We also plan to travel extensively next year, returning to the UK when we can and visiting Vietnam and Japan. This has indeed been one of our most successful years ever, but we are aware of just what could go wrong. It is essential both of us look towards the future, but never forget the past that is responsible, for where we are today. Learning from our mistakes, is the only thing that will give us the future we both deserve and a successful if challenging life, even if it is twenty years too late!
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Christmas Memories — Amelia Lockhart!

28/12/2023

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When I was a child, we had a neighbour who was Austrian, named Herta. She'd met her husband during WWII — he was in the military, RAF, I believe. She married him and moved back to England with him. They slept on his parents' sofa whilst they got their feet under them, and then they raised a family while running a corner shop.

I don't remember her husband; I was very small when he died. I could never forget Herta though. She was probably the kindest person I've ever known. The kind of lady who got up at 3 AM to unlock the door to her porch because some birds had nested in there, and she didn't want them to miss the early worms. She also carried her very large boxer dog upstairs, in her laundry basket at night, because he had arthritis and couldn't manage himself. Never mind that, she also had arthritis — she was worried he'd be lonely. She'd do anything for anyone.


About twenty years ago, she gave me this ornament, and I came across it again when putting my tree up. She was so worried about misspelling the writing on it, but it's never been anything but special to me!


Amelia

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Merry Christmas 2023!

24/12/2023

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Christmas Memories — Luke Martin-Jones!

22/12/2023

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Laying on my back, barely visible in the garishly patterned carpet, I could see the reflection of the Christmas tree in the television screen; multicoloured fairy lights illuminating the window behind. Mum had decorated it a few days before, real glass baubles, family heirlooms, kept in a black biscuit tin, in the cupboard under the stairs; each one carefully wrapped in tissue paper, stored neatly away for next year. Below the tree, the stand was wrapped in bright orange crêpe paper, a row of silver tinsel along the top. At its apex, a fairy sat looking out across the lounge, waiting for Santa Claus to arrive.  She was expertly made from a toilet roll, consisting of paper wings and delicately placed head — made from paper mache. Appearing rather worn, after several years of use, she perched precariously leaning to one side, looking every inch her age. A splattering of glitter and some multicoloured home-made paper chains, produced at school, and over a hundred Christmas cards filled the room. The ceiling was full of magic; shimmering lanterns, stars and foil garlands, gently swaying in the heat blowing through the hall. I loved this time of year; bright lights, sparkling decorations, smiling faces. Everyone seemed happy, alive and enjoying the festive cheer.

I could hear Mum in the kitchen, preparing tomorrow's feast; the biggest turkey I had ever seen. The smell of stuffing, drifted into the lounge; I sniffed the air, licking my lips. On top of the G Plan coffee table, sat a large unopened tin of Quality Street, as big as a drum. Next to it, a box of Milk Tray and some After Eight Mints. A packet of figs was already open — the cellophane wrapper placed next to the box, pierced with a wooden stick, covered in sweet, sticky, sugary syrup. Rolling over, I made a beeline for a packet of Twiglets, I spied from the corner of my eye. I was always a ‘savoury boy,’ still am, preferring Marmite covered crackers to an orange centred cream. Quickly, I placed a handful in my mouth, before Mum walked in the room, choking briefly as a stray twig went down the wrong way. ‘Are you alright in there?’ Mum enquired, as a cough turned to a splutter. I replied as best I could, covering my mouth with my hand, placing a cushion over my face to dull the noise. Suitably composed, I hid the open box, behind the sitting room chair; wiping the crumbs from my lap, rubbing my mouth with a sleeve, I laid back down.

It wasn’t long before Mum walked through the door, looking at me straight in the eye. Guilty as charged, I looked upwards, away from her gaze, grinning sheepishly, half closing my eyes. Mum stood there with her hands on her hips, shaking her head, with a twinkle in her eye. It was Christmas Eve after all, nothing could put a damper on that.

It was nearly time for bed, just an hour of entertainment before shut-eye. I always loved Yuletide television, sat with family on Christmas Eve. Dad in his favourite chair, me next to mum on the settee, lights dimmed low, just the flickering tree in the corner and Bruce Forsyth on the box. The tin of Quality Street was finally opened, no longer on display. As a child I loved the multicoloured wrappers, holding each one up towards the lights on the tree, watching the bright colours shimmer through. Golden Cups were my favourite, filled to the top with caramel, which I used to suck out of the middle, after biting off the top.

By 8 PM, filled with chocolate, warm and cosy, my eyes slowly started to shut. Carried up to bed shortly afterwards, tucked in and kissed good night. By three o'clock in the morning I would be running downstairs, amazed by the mountains of presents, filled pillowcases and stockings full of sweets. Celebrating Christmas day, surrounded by family was a joy; party games in the evening at Nanny’s, a sip of eggnog and extra helpings of turkey and Christmas log — enduring memories of an idyllic childhood, bringing finality and closure to the best day of the year!


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More Antibiotics than a pharmacy!

17/12/2023

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'A small Christmas gathering — not like the parties of the past, but nevertheless, a welcome break, after such an exhausting year!'

It is important for me to surround myself with decent people. In the past, I haven't had such a good experience with work colleagues or indeed so-called friends and family. However, that all changed when I worked for Tesco, Cancer Research and The Newcome Arms. Admittedly, I haven't always been complimentary about my time in Portsmouth, but the difficulties I went through, had nothing to do with friends and the people I worked with. I look back with fondness at my time in Fratton, it was a huge part of my life and I have many fantastic memories. Work colleagues got me through the dark days, and ever since, I have always sought out a similar group of people.

Luckily, in my current job, I have some wonderful staff, who are most certainly akin to those I knew in the UK. These people have welcomed me as their new boss, with open arms and with my one-year anniversary approaching, I thought it was time we celebrated Christmas together as a team.

We spent a relaxing night at The traditional Woodbridge Hotel, in Guildford, surrounded by memories of home. The walls of the beautiful building are adorned with old tin signs and pictures of the home country and Ireland. This is a pub where I feel at home and with a group of folk singers playing throughout the night, I had a thoroughly enjoyable time.

Moving to Australia wasn't just about forging a successful career, it was also about enjoying a work/life balance that suits me at my time of life — so far I've achieved that in every respect. Australia has never been an easy country to live, but it has certainly given me far more, than the UK ever did and for that I will be forever grateful!

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Christmas Memories - Julie Adams!

16/12/2023

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I've got lots of happy memories at Christmastime, the first Christmas with my Daughter, Stacey, was magical. As a child, I always had a happy Christmas — my Mum and Dad always made it special. I'm so grateful that my parents would work, work, work, so they could give us 3, including my 2 brothers, brilliant times.

Babs, my crazy lady, unfortunately not with us any more, she's up there flying high; I miss her at Christmas. So a mixed bag for me, as my dad passed suddenly 6 months before Babs, but generally, Christmas is fun, It's how you make it!

As a massive saints fan, our logo is keep the faith. A very happy Christmas to both.


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Christmas Memories — Sandra Spiers!

13/12/2023

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My thoughts on Christmas are getting new pyjamas. I’d probably grown out of the old ones, which were passed down, as I was the eldest (not with Christmas motifs like these days!) We always got a bit of Lego, even though we were all girls — four of us. We got a tangerine or clementine, chocolate coins and nuts in a pillowcase; we weren’t rich enough for stockings. Furthermore, we always had a compendium of games — my favourite was the one with blow football in it.

I think we always had a traditional Christmas dinner, also my parents would buy/receive chocolate liqueurs and large single layer box of chocolates. We didn’t have a nutcracker either, we used to open the nuts in the door; Philistines!

I’ve never enjoyed Christmas, especially as an adult, always stressful getting the money to buy presents for the children (now, also grandchildren) and not having the time due to working, to properly enjoy the season. But I am determined to just enjoy this one coming, I am not going to put any pressure on myself at all. Anyway, I hope you have a fantastic Christmas, so pleased you had the courage to follow your dream and your heart. Love from Sandra.


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Christmas Memories — Melissa Yeates KIng!

9/12/2023

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My last Christmas story was about being a child on Christmas morning, this time I’m going to talk about Boxing Day. I know it’s not Christmas Day, but I feel that they all fall into Christmas.

After all the hustle and bustle of Christmas Day, it was Boxing Day. A day when we used to get up early, and put our new clothes and jewellery on. We would spray some exclamation spray (if you know what that is, you’re awesome) and put on some new makeup and meet family and friends down our local club.

Hythe club was always a place we would regularly attend on any holiday, for discos, or a pantomime, or to play bingo. My mum and dad were never massive drinkers, and most of the time they’d stick to just a lemonade, but Boxing Day they would partake in a few festive bevvies. I remember walking in the club and feeling like my cousins and other children looked better than me, and I’d always compliment them, but heard nothing in return. Pushing that aside, we would dance and play games, making new friends and enjoying the atmosphere.

Our faces were red from the heating being on, adults chain-smoking and from running around (it was the only time we were allowed to.) I remember being around 5/6, and it was so hot in the club that I needed a drink, and dad was always a little stingy handing them out, so I opted for a glass of coke no one was touching. I remember it tasted odd, but I was that thirsty and didn’t particularly care, haha! Hidden under a table, I drank the whole glass, and afterwards turning my nose up at the awful taste it had. After about 15 /20 minutes, I remember feeling like I’d spun around in circles on a chair and wobbled around the dance floor, until my mum and dad realised, I had necked the triple Jack Daniel's and coke.

They told me never to take drinks from the table again, although I remember seeing them laugh but trying to be serious too! After the celebrations we proceeded to walk home … albeit I didn't actually — I couldn’t walk, so had to be carried on my dads shoulders singing Christmas songs on the way home.

Now I know people will look at this, and think how terrible it is that I consumed alcohol … by mistake, but fear not, I don’t really drink, and it’s rare if I do! So this occurrence didn’t turn me into an alcoholic, it just made me realise … Jack Daniel's is awful.
Happy Christmas xxxx


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Christmas Memories - Sam Wainwright!

5/12/2023

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"All Christmases now are eclipsed by the memory of 'that' Christmas, when I was having a 'bad time.' I was drinking heavily — so much so, that I was having to be ferried to social functions, already inebriated, by helpful and stalwart friends. I had also moved back in with my parents temporarily. It was the first Christmas since my grandad had died, too, so my Nan was obviously staying with us.

I would wake, deeply hungover, to the sound of her sobs, before going downstairs and pouring myself another rum and water. My Mam questioned why I was drinking so early, much to my annoyance, as I drunkenly cut straight through the sprouts I was supposed to be making crosses in the bottom of.

She was also making comments about the drug use of my sister's ex partner, so I spat back about her being no angel. When questioned further by my seemingly oblivious mother, I went two feet in, about my sister's own drug use. So that Christmas consisted, mainly, of family upset. They've got better since - Mostly!"


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The Perfect Birthday Present.

3/12/2023

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Last Sunday, Darrell celebrated his 52nd Birthday. The weather was in the high thirties, unlike previous years, when he spent his Birthday celebrating in the UK. This year, we spent the day together in the city, toasting the day, with a few pints of Stella and a Sunday roast at Durty Nellys!

Both of us have passed so many milestones over the last few years, that we have really lost count of, the number of important dates that have made us the people we are today. With Darrell reaching the grand old age of 51, it is clear, neither of us are getting any younger, and as we both settle into Australian life, memories of Birthdays past were on my mind.

In our younger years, both of us would have celebrated for days on end, usually with a fancy dress party in our home. The house would be full to bursting with friends and family, and we would party the years away in the company of those who were closest. A little bit of me remains firmly rooted in the traditions of our past, and I do miss our old life, especially the people who used to be in it. Today everything seems rather laid back and ordinary, but in truth, that's all either of us wants. Our life is so far removed from the way it was, it is barely recognisable. Darrell and I have become old, set in our ways, and happy to lead a more tranquil existence.

After a few pints in the Belgian Beer Café, we headed to our favourite Irish pub for a delicious roast. Durty Nelly's is slap bang in the middle of the city, just off Murray Street, surrounded by tall skyscrapers, His Majesties Theatre, shops, café's and historic buildings. Inside it is a world away from the neighbourhood of which it is a part. Its traditional ambience offers a welcome break from the busy commuter traffic outside, and it is a joy to just sit, relax, and remember similar occasions back home in the UK. If we weren't ten thousand miles away, you could almost imagine you were in the heart of the English or indeed Irish countryside.

After a delicious meal, we headed to London Court for an Ice Cream in the now searing heat. London Court is a pastiche of the many medieval streets and lanes in the UK. Of course, it is rather different in reality, but for a homesick Brit like me, it is a great place to visit from time to time; it does evoke memories of my life in Britain and the narrow lane, does offer respite from the hot Australian sun. It really is worth a visit, the next time you are here.

In the evening of Darrell's Birthday, we received a message from Jo, the lady who has been fostering and rearing little Akira. After a two-week wait, he was now ready to come to us. Happily, Jo wanted to drop Akira off in the evening, after we finished our Chicken Treat takeaway with Mother Mary and friend Beth. I told you, our life has changed; this Birthday couldn't be more different from the ones we enjoyed in Britain. To be honest, we couldn't wait to get Akira home and welcome him as part of our family.

He was a little nervous at first, but soon enough became the terror we know today. Akira is full of life, and has a huge personality for a little kitten. Pippa is less than impressed by her new house mate, but as I write this blog today, she is finally coming round to her new companion. Thankfully, the trauma she suffered in the past hasn't caused too many long term issues. She is still very timid and anxious around Akira, lashing out on occasion, but that is really just part of the course. When you introduce a new kitten to an established household, you do expect a few problems at the beginning, so everything is crossed for a long term bond that will last the test of time.

Presently, we are locking Akira in one of the spare back bedrooms while we are at work, just to give Pippa some space. I am also a bit concerned about Akira being around the Christmas tree. I have already caught her in the middle of it, after climbing up the trunk, early one morning. After reading horror stories of cats becoming tangled in fairy lights, sometimes causing fatal injuries, I am mindful of the accidents that could happen. For now, we are just keeping a close eye on him, trying to teach him what's right and what's wrong: difficult when you are dealing with a small, inquisitive kitten!

As we approach Christmas, the temperature is rising here in Perth. Looking at the news, I can see the snow falling in the UK, a feature of the British winter I miss. However, I hope all of you have a wonderful weekend and enjoy the weather wherever you are. You may well wish you were in the heat down under, but for me, a small dose of frost wouldn't go a miss: we always want what we can't have!


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