Wow, how time has flown! It has been nearly two years since we left the UK, and what a productive 24 months we have had. This time two years ago, I was busy saying my farewells to family, friends, and colleagues. It was an emotional time for me, especially since I had made some wonderful connections during my time living in Portsmouth. These were the people that got me through the tough times, when Darrell was locked down in Australia and the pandemic was raging across the World. Without these people, life would have been harder than it already was. As my World got even tougher, during our final few months in Britain, all of these people became the family I had lost.

Darrell and I have managed to stay in contact with family and friends from across the globe. We both owe them a great debt of gratitude for all they did for us, making our final weeks happy and memorable. I miss them every day; a photo on a wall cannot make up for physical contact, but both of us have memories that resonate every single day, and thankfully we have social media and video calls, to keep those friendships alive.

My oldest, dearest friend, Ramona, celebrated a milestone Birthday recently, and we spoke to each other for over an hour. Chatting about the old times, shared friends, and memorable times spent together over 32 years. Those important milestones, that we both share, have been instrumental in keeping me firmly in Australia. Ramona knows where Darrell and I are better off, and she has always been honest about where she believes the best place for us is. Ramona and I have always had an honest and open friendship, we have shared so much over the years, her advice is invaluable; she is actually one of the few people I listen to!

We also managed to speak to one of our closest friends in Portsmouth, Zerina. Not only did I volunteer for Zerina at Cancer Research in Portsmouth, but Darrell also worked for her as her Assistant Manager. She was one of the most influential people in my life, when I lived in Britain, and she is always, without exception, a joy to be around. We had some hilarious, fabulous times working together, and she has become a very close friend. She is the big sister I never had, and was a sounding board for all my anxieties. In many respects we were like chalk and cheese, but like Ramona, she always gave wonderful advice, which I listened to without exception. 

These are just two people I think about daily; there are just too many others to mention, but all of them lifted me up at times when I needed it most. Unfortunately, we don't have the same friendships here, but that is a conscious choice we both made, in order to forge a successful start to our life in Australia. It has been essential to establish ourselves, and work hard in order to succeed in this new venture. The time for friendships may or may not come, but Darrell and I have each other, and that is all that matters… For now!

Of course, we do have our two cats to keep us company — Pippa and Akira. Darrell and I have always had cats in our life, for as long as I can remember, when living in the UK and Spain. Sadly, we lost our last two companions when we lived in Gran Alacant; if I am honest, I was reluctant to get any more animals — not because I don't like them, but because of the travelling life we have always led.

Both of us have travelled so much over the years, we never knew where we would be from one day to the next. My life is now firmly rooted in Australia, but it isn't a country I necessarily want to live in forever. I would like to retire to Spain or Asia at some point, and having animals will make that move more difficult. In the end, however, I agreed that we couldn't live without pets, because of what may or may not happen in the future. Our two cats really do make our home, and if the opportunity to move abroad comes, then both of them will make the journey with us. These two are our children, and wherever we are, they will be too!

Darrell and I have rewarding, successful jobs that we love. We have managed to find the perfect careers, that we both enjoy. If I am honest, I never believed I would find a secure, well-paid position this quickly. The employment market in Western Australia is rather volatile at the moment, but we have both persevered, and settled into a positive routine, that allows us to enjoy the lifestyle we have now become accustomed to. Wages are significantly higher here, compared to the UK, and five times higher than they are in Spain — I am well aware of how lucky we are!

Approaching my mid-fifties, I never believed I would be where I am today. I have worked in many jobs, and have always been able to adapt to my changing circumstances quickly. Today I am back doing what I love best, in a retail management capacity, working with some amazing people, who have become important to my success and wellbeing in Perth.

In time, I hope to restart volunteering as well, rather like I did in the UK. It has always been essential for me to give something back to the community in which I live, whether through writing in local magazines or dedicating time helping others who may be going through a difficult time. For now, with changes on the horizon, I am looking forward to the new adventures to come. There are plenty more years ahead to dedicate to all the passions I have in life, including my blogging today. Until the right voluntary opportunity arises, I am happy to do the best I can, in an industry I love.

First and foremost, I will always be English, it is part of who I am, and I am proud of my heritage. In many respects, my home in Perth is a homage to all things British. The memories I bought with me, are a reminder of home, and the pictures and photo's that adorn my walls are distinctly European in feel. 

Darrell and I have travelled extensively, especially in Europe, and both of us are fond of the European continent. Despite loving the UK, its politics, eccentricities, culture and society, I am also a Europhile. Both of us lived in Spain, have family in Croatia, owned a house in France, and fell in love with Sorrento in Italy. We will always be Europeans at heart and if it hadn't had been for Brexit, we would probably still be living in Spain. Having lost my Spanish residencia during the pandemic, both Darrell and I made the conscious choice to build a life away from the UK.

With that said, I pride myself on the Britishness I hold dear, even my bad teeth. I have a painting of the late Queen on my wall, photo's of our travels around the UK on display, and of course, British staples in the pantry. I always try to buy British food in the supermarkets when I can, rather like I did in Spain, and always make a beeline for the international food isle in Coles. From Marmite, English Cheddar and Scottish Oat Cakes, to Branson Pickle, HP Sauce and Eccles Cakes, they are all there. Thankfully Aussie culture is very similar to back home, and food wise, I fit in quite well… apart that is, from the overload of Chicken Parmi in restaurants, and the fact that Australians can not cook a British Roast.

There are many aspects of the UK I miss, but I can live the English life right here if I so chose. I have been known to watch UK TV all day and then, in the height of the Aussie summer, pop down the beach and enjoy a lifestyle most Brits could only dream of — living the best of both Worlds!

... And finally, I still manage to keep fit and healthy, something I have been doing since 2019. Then I weighed a staggering 110 kg, smoked cigarettes (Up to 80 a day at one stage) and drank like a fish (a hangover from my days living in Spain and the 1 euro pints of Mahou.) After a brush with health anxiety, which I still suffer with today, I made a decision to change my lifestyle. Today I weigh 74 kg, although I have weighed as low as 70 kg, and I am not as strict as I once was. I have my good and bad days, but on average I have managed to maintain a healthy weight for five years now and have no intention of giving up.

This week we took a walk to the John Forrest National Park for a 6 km walk. The weather was rather grey and overcast, which made me feel quite at home and was ideal weather for walking. This park reminds me of El Clot De Galvany in Spain where we used to go walking, and The New Forest back in The UK. These are the places that keep my fitness regime on track and allows me to explore the local area. 

I still walk every day in Australia, far more than I ever did in Spain and on a par with the miles I walked when I lived in Portsmouth. I don't drive a car, nor have I ever wanted to, so walking is my main means of transport if you like. My two legs take me everywhere, and I am actually really proud of that fact. If I did drive, I believe I would be in worse physical shape today than I am — definitely overweight and most certainly a heart attack waiting to happen. Walking is somewhat of a passion now, and a pastime I intend to keep up, wherever I live.

If these last two years in Australia have taught me anything, it's the resilience and determination I have to survive. I have had so many ups and downs in life, that a little thing, like moving to the other side of the World, wasn't going to stop me from achieving my true ambitions. I have grown to love this country, simply because it has given me everything I ever wanted, and that is important. Without Australia, I would probably still be underachieving in Portsmouth, in a country that has quite simply had its day. For the first time in a long time, I feel optimistic for the future, and can finally see light at the end of the tunnel… Life is indeed what you make it, and we are both giving it one hundred percent — things can only get better!

So here goes, after a month break I'm finally going to do some typing. To be quite honest, my fingers are feeling a little stiff, but that can only be expected after so long. I have lost a lot of muscle mass in my left hand as well, which initially was cause for concern, until I spoke to my hand specialist this week. She explained that that was just part of the course. When your hand has been in a splint for so long, the muscles will become significantly weaker. With time and hand exercises, the hope is, I can build up the muscles once again and return to normal.

This week I have had a wonderful four-day weekend. With Christmas well and truly over, I am back to having a Saturday off from work, once a month, and with Australia Day falling on Friday, I was able to take some well deserved time for myself. These extra few days have been much needed, especially after Christmas, and with my hand in a splint, it just feels good to relax, unwind and just take it easy for a change.

Yesterday we travelled to Scarborough beach, here in Australia. Now, this Scarborough is as far removed from its British namesake as you can get — the pure white sandy coastline was a joy and there wasn't a fairground, donkey, or stick of rock in sight. This was the first time Darrell and I have been to the beach, since we arrived in Australia in 2022. Both of us just haven't stopped working, and haven't had a chance to spend any time on the coast. That isn't too much of an issue for me, since I have never really enjoyed getting covered in sand, but for Darrell, it is a great source of annoyance. I think if I am honest, we would both love to live near the coast again, as we always have, but the costs involved in Australia are astronomical, and certainly not something we would consider right now.

Darrell and I had lunch at a lovely restaurant called Bay Bay's; the food was delicious and actually reasonably priced for Australia. The weather was decidedly cooler down on the coast compared to inland Midland and as I sat there drinking a few pints and eating my lamb shank, I really was transported back to our many times in Croatia. I have missed that European feel, and Scarborough was as near to that continental ambience as it gets in Australia. For a country with such a beautiful coastline, you would think they would make more of it — more bars and restaurants, please!

Today, I have just got back from a rather long walk —  about six miles in total. I thought it was about time, I got back to doing what I do best, since I started my weight loss campaign in 2019. Losing weight has always been difficult for me, and this is the longest period I have managed to keep the kilo's off. Today, my weight hovers between 73–75 kg, up from a low of 71 kg. With this in mind, I believe it's important to get back to a level I feel comfortable with. I am aiming for 68-69 kg, so have about five or six kilos to lose.

People keep telling me I am fine as I am, but I know my own body and want to get to a weight I personally feel happy with. It is a bit of a tall order, but I hope to do it by the time I go on to Vietnam in April. Planning for a holiday is always a great excuse for me to get fit, especially because of all the food and drink I will be consuming, while I am away. The only thing I need is motivation, that has always been my stumbling block, but unlike the past, I am surrounded by positivity, which makes the task that much easier.

With my arms starting to ache, I think it's about time I stopped typing now. My Doctor has told me to limit the time I spend on the keyboard, so I don't cause any more damage. It really has felt good to be typing again, and I hope to eventually be blogging with gusto, as I did in the past. Until then, this was a great first step, and I am personally happy with what I have achieved today!

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!

It has certainly been a sad end to the week, seven days that have not been the greatest of my life, but an ending that unfortunately had to happen. When we adopted Picante and Marigold, there were no guarantees that their new life with us would work; I think both Darrell and I were fully aware, that this may not end well, and yes, we were proved right. Today, hope turned to a realisation, that both of these beautiful oriental cats would have a better life elsewhere.

From day one, Picante and Marigold never got on with Pippa; it was more than just a few snarls and growls - there was a distinct dislike between all of them and even though we did our best to make their coexistence work, it just didn't. Oriental cats are notoriously difficult and feisty, where Pippa was far quieter, nervous and submissive. If I look at it now, it was clear she was being bullied by the new additions, and she spent most of the time hiding under the bed.

This week we had to take Pippa to the vets, after we discovered a swelling on her tail; after an examination it appeared that the lump was the beginning of an abscess, and she was prescribed a course of antibiotics and painkillers at a cost of $200.00. Initially the medication was given in pill form, but these were just two large for her to swallow, even when broken in half, after all, Pippa is only a small cat and the vets should have seen this. Mid-week, we returned the pills and were given liquid antibiotics instead, at a further cost of $70.00, for what 'Vet West' called a dispensing fee. Darrell was particularly angry about this extra charge and told them, in no uncertain terms, he would not be returning. The lack of care at the vets, and their dismissive attitude, was palpable, and we won't be returning there in future.

It appears Pippa was being attacked while using the litter tray and was left in a bit of a state. The consultant told us, Marigold just had to go, since she was the culprit; after liaising with the breeder Sue, we returned her on Saturday evening, believing Picante would remain with us, and we would try and socialise her and Pippa over the next few weeks. However, nothing ever turns out the way you plan. That same evening, Sue called and asked if we would consider returning Picante, since Marigold was extremely distressed and anxious. Darrell duly agreed, and we said farewell to Picante this morning.

I am in two minds about letting Picante go, especially with her disability. She had the chance of a good life with us, and I'm not sure any other potential adopter will take these two together, as a bonded pair, in the same way we did. There aren't many people who will take on a disabled cat. The hope is, they will find a forever home as a bonded pair, but I'm not sure if that will happen anytime soon; I feel deep down, Picante should have remained with us, in a homely, warm environment, and cared for lovingly. However, it just wasn't to be and Darrell and I are devastated.

We have both decided not to get another cat and just concentrate all our efforts on Pippa, who needs a lot of care. In time that may change, and we may introduce a kitten, rather than a cat, but certainly not two cats at once. This has been a sharp learning curve for us, and we just hope we can get a semblance of normality back once again!

Picante and Marigold are the newest additions to our family, after we collected them both from Chicas Cattery at Southern River, here in Western Australia. Darrell and I drove the short distance to adopt this bonded pair, after I came across an appeal on social media to find them a forever home together. Since we had been looking for an oriental cat, we thought Picante and Marigold would be the perfect companions for Pippa. I had never intended to get two cats, but sometimes fate takes control.

These two are not without their baggage, after being unceremoniously dumped at the cattery, when the previous owners had enough of them, purchasing a rather large dog and Bengal cat instead. Some people really shouldn't have animals; you don't just offload them, when they don't fit into your lifestyle.

Apart from the emotional distress, Picante and Marigold have been through. Picante, like Pippa has a disability, having suffered from 'Transient Hyperlipidemia' when she was young. This was an acute imbalance of fat v red blood cells, which resulted in anaemia and lipidemia. This blood disorder caused Picante to lose the use of her hind quarters, and she was unable to walk for a period of time, due to a lack of oxygen to the nerves. The treatment involved a blood transfusion and an immediate change of diet to high protein food. This was maintained for four weeks, including six hourly feeds with added water, and she gradually regained the use of her legs over time. Today she can walk, although with a limp, with her back legs seemingly never developing, remaining small, almost withered looking. This doesn't stop her doing everything other cats do, however. We have bought them a rather large cat tree, and she can jump up on it perfectly well, if a little unsteady.

It is going to take a few weeks to get all three cats settled, but I am hopeful they will all become best of friends. At the moment there is the usual hissing and growling, but judging on previous experience it won't last long. Pippa has had her nose put out of joint temporarily, but she is holding her own, that's for sure.

Darrell and I are cat people first and foremost and would have hundreds of felines if we could. It felt lovely visiting Chicas Cattery, and the orientals Sue has there. It was one of the most beautiful, idyllic places we had ever seen, perfect surroundings for cats to thrive and grow. Everywhere I looked, I was reminded of our old cat Lily, and it really felt good to be around her breed once again. Picante is a Siam Oriental and Marigold a Siamese. Both of them have very similar traits and, like Lily, are very vocal. Equally, both of them are extremely affectionate and adorable to be around.

The next few weeks will be spent integrating our two new additions, and I look forward to blogging about their progress. Our new house in Western Australia is finally beginning to feel like home!