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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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Feeling Invisible as a gay man!

12/4/2025

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It's been a bit of a strange week for me, as I come to terms with that possible Glaucoma diagnosis. As you would expect, I have done a lot of research into the subject, and rather than make me feel more anxious, I am actually feeling rather philosophical about the whole thing. This isn't a condition I can change, so I just have to live with what may happen in the future. There is a lot they can do for me, should they need to, and I am as confident as I can be for the future.
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On Monday, I burnt my hand, while making dinner. After cooking Carrot and Thyme soup on the stove, I began to ladle it into the blender. After blending up the ingredients, I noticed it was leaking from the bottom. Lifting the jug up from the unit, hot, molten carrot soup, poured over my hand and down my leg. Bloody hell, did I scream!

I ran into the shower, jumped in and stood there naked, keeping my hand under a cold shower, for what seemed like hours. Meanwhile, poor Darrell, cleaned up the mess and ran out to get some ice, telling me to put my hand into ice-cold water on his return. As I know now, that was a mistake and undoubtably caused more damage to my skin.

In the end, the pain was so bad, I went to urgent care here in Midland, where my wounds were dressed by a nurse. She explained that the ice would have caused more damage to already damaged skin, and not to do it in future — that's highly unlikely, since I will never be making soup again! It seems that by running from the kitchen to the shower, I left the hot liquid on my skin for far too long, once again causing more damage. On top of this, I have lost the feeling in my thumb, as a result of nerve damage. This may or may not come back, all dependent on how deep the burn was.

Nevertheless, it seems to be healing neatly and thankfully looks a hundred times better than it did. I am hoping it will be more or less healed in another few days — fingers crossed.

​In my vlog today, I am discussing my feelings of loneliness and the difficulties I am experiencing as a gay man of a certain age. I am no longer the youngster I once was, and moving all over the World since my mid-forties has caused me to feel more and more invisible. Today in Australia, I have very few friends that I can talk to and confide in, relying heavily on friends back home in the UK.

Western Australia is a beautiful place, but the people tend to be rather insular and making a meaningful connection with anyone is hard. Currently, Darrell and I are on our own and have to rely on each other. When you receive difficult news from the Doctor, need a chat about issues you are experiencing on a daily basis, or just need a friend to have a drink with, you find yourself looking for the impossible; they just don't exist.

​I have spoken to many people here about how I feel, and with such a high immigrant population in the west , the majority of them agreed — Australia is a really hard place to integrate.

Despite this fact, neither Darrell nor I will be returning to the UK anytime soon. We have built a good life here, have a beautiful home and are getting ahead in a way we could have only dreamed of in Britain. Feeling invisible does have its advantages too. You can live your life as you think fit, and you don't have to make time for anyone else. I know that may sound sad, but this is the first time we have been in charge of our own destiny. We are doing exactly what we want, travelling to amazing places, and want for nothing. There is of course the nagging feeling of loneliness, but it is a sacrifice we are willing to make to get ahead.

​Nothing lasts forever, and I am sure our outlook may change in the future. For now, we are just happy to be in a good place and not at the mercy of a system that seeks to thwart your every endeavour. Yes, we do feel alone in this vast country at the edge of the World, but that's a cross we will have to bear and a sadness we will have to endure!
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Glaucoma?

6/4/2025

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I've been avoiding writing this blog today if I am honest — as someone with health anxiety, writing about a serious issue, that has now become an important part of my future, isn't something I want to be constantly reminded of. However, blogging is integral to my life, and it is necessary to document every aspect of it — good and bad.

Last Monday, I went for my biennial eye test; I could tell there had been changes in my sight and wanted to have them evaluated. I assumed I would just need an increased prescription and that would be that. Well, I was partly right! Yes, my eyes have changed, as one would expect after two years, but that wasn't the end of the story — something else was going on, something I had never heard of before.

Initially, the test progressed in the same way every other one had, and there were no real concerns. However, when my eye pressure (IOP) was taken, things took a rather worrisome turn. I had never really understood why air is blown onto the surface of the eye during the test, but my optician explained, it was to measure my eye pressure, in the same way blood pressure is taken on the arm.

I could tell something wasn't quite right because of her reaction; next she looked into my eye, to view my optic nerve. Once she pulled the apparatus away, she explained that there was a problem. IOP should be between 10 and 21 and mine was 23. This doesn't seem like a huge difference on the scale of things, but she emphasised it was significant, and I would have to undergo a 'field of vision test!'

Sat in a chair in a darkened room, I was told to focus on a yellow light. A series of green lights would flash, some more intense than others, and I would need to press a button to tell the operator when I saw the lights blinking, all the time focussing on the yellow light. This test was particularly taxing, and I was left rather tired by the end of it. I had to retake the test on my right eye twice, so they had a clear picture of what was going on with my peripheral vision.

Once the test was complete, I was taken to a room and told that I had high intraocular pressure. The optician said she couldn't see any damage to the Optic nerve currently, although there were abnormalities in my field of vision test. She explained I would have to be closely monitored, and if my pressures continued to rise, I would be referred to a specialist for treatment.

Understandably, I was shocked. This isn't something I can feel, so what exactly is high IOP. Well, it is a build up of fluid behind the eye, which presses on the optical nerve. The higher the pressure, the more damage potential there is. The optical nerve connects the eye to the brain, and any impairment will cause subsequent loss of sight. This isn't something that happens immediately, but over the course of years; left untreated, I will eventually go blind.

My optician asked me if any member of my immediate family had Glaucoma, and after a phone call with my Father that evening, it appears Mum did. This apparently increases my chance of getting Glaucoma tenfold, and could be the reason I am where I am today.

Understandably, I have been particularly depressed. My Optician has stressed, that if confirmed, I will not necessarily go blind. There are many treatments available — laser, eye drops and surgery, all employed to slow down and hopefully prevent blindness. Nevertheless, she didn't downplay what was happening, and said this condition is chronic, and I would have to undergo treatment for the rest of my life.

This is certainly a week I would rather forget and has left me feeling particularly down in the dumps; I never dreamt in a million years this would happen to me. At least they have discovered it now, hopefully early enough, to treat the symptoms of this debilitating condition, but that doesn't mitigate how serious this disease is. I am still debating whether to get a second opinion, but for now, I have been told I will be retested in six months, to check my pressures haven't risen further. This is not going to be the easiest six months of my life, but one I am just going to have to deal with, like everything else thrown my way! 
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Just two old 90s clubbers, no longer living life in the fast lane!

3/3/2025

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This Monday is Labour Day in Australia and a long weekend for most of us, as we enjoy the last month or so of Summer. Darrell is working today, so it gives me an opportunity to sit down and do some blogging. I won't be going out, and I am taking the opportunity to relax and unwind, after a particularly difficult few weeks!

My sleeping has been rather erratic if I am honest; one day I sleep well, the next, anything but. Ever since I moved from Spain to my Aunts house in Britain in 2018, my sleeping patterns have just got worse. Living in Portsmouth, surrounded by my adorable Cousins, was an experience I wouldn't change for the World. They were particularly young, however, and would often wake up in the early hours of the morning. Consequently, I found myself getting up earlier and earlier. Today I am awake by 4 am most days. Despite this, it hasn't affected my work, whether blogging, writing or my retail job. In fact, I thrive on getting up at the crack of dawn, especially enjoying this beautiful time of day.

When I get home from work, I eat my rather small dinner — usually I wouldn't eat after 4.30pm, but because of my job, this just isn't possible. Instead, I eat a large lunch and keep it simple in the evening.  After dinner, I briefly sit down for an hour, watching GB News from home, or YouTube, and I am in bed by 8.30 pm — what a life eah! It certainly isn't the rock and roll lifestyle I used to have when I was younger, or even when I was living in Spain, but it serves us well at the moment. As we work hard to pay off the mortgage in a record 9 years, we are hopefully improving our options for the future, and this is important!

I find myself becoming a lot more reclusive as I get older — I stumbled across a cucumber in the freezer this morning, and thought f*ck, is this the first sign of dementia. I decided not to google the implications of this mishap and just put it to the back of my mind. Furthermore, I think, I was probably half asleep whilst making lunch and accidentally put it in the top of the freezer, instead of the vegetable draw of the fridge. Oh, and I can draw a clock face perfectly (if you can't, it is probably a sign of cognitive decline!) And of course, writing helps to keep my brain active, which is always great, especially recalling memories, I would have otherwise forgotten.

I have also had a few knee and leg issues for the last couple of weeks, which has been rather annoying. I had a feeling the aches and pains had something to do with my feet. Don't ask me why, it was just a feeling I had. So, I did some googling, carried out a few tests, and discovered I have high arches — who'd have thought it. I always believed I had flat feet, but no, completely the opposite. 

After doing some research online, I discovered the Skechers shoes I normally wear, may not be right for my feet. I came across a brand of shoes called 'Hoka' that may just help with the pain after a long day at work. It turns out the shoes were quite easy to procure and last Sunday I went to 'Athletes Foot,' a shop in Australia, and spoke to a lovely lad called Bradly, who helped me with my concerns.

For the first time, since I was a child, I had my feet measured and my walk or 'gait' assessed — finally I got some answers. I have different size feet, which are a D width and yes, I have those dreaded high arches. I asked Bradly about the "Hoka' shoes online, and he selected three pairs that would be suitable. At a cost of $300, they aren't cheap, but after wearing them for a week now, my feet feel bloody fantastic.

It's very odd getting old, I am finding it particularly difficult and challenging. I appear to have a new ailment every day, and it does get me down. The aches and pains never seem to get any easier, and both Darrell and I constantly moan about the way we are feeling — just two old 90s clubbers no longer living life in the fast lane. When I look back over the ten years since starting this blog, I am aware, that my health and wellbeing has changed out of all proportion. When I lived in Spain, I didn't really have a care in the World. I would drink copious amounts of beer whenever I wanted; equally, I would eat terribly and smoke cheap Spanish cigarettes, not giving my health a second thought.

When I returned to the UK, suddenly my health became a priority, especially after watching my mother die in hospital in 2019. Instantly, I began suffering with health anxiety, and every little twinge sent me running to see the Doctor. Today, even though I am better in many respects, I have been left with a huge anxiety hangover and still worry about my body and approaching old age. I was hoping that would disappear in time, but it hasn't. As I've gotten older, more perceived afflictions have come to the fore, consequently my health anxiety remains, albeit in a much milder form.

This evening, I've just gotten off the phone with my father. We don't talk as often as I would like, but surprisingly we both have busy lives to contend with. Dad is 77 and remains fairly active and probably has more of a social life than me. When we speak, it's about our respective ailments/illnesses, and it's great to connect with him on these very important issues; the reality is, I don't have anyone else to talk to, about them.

Dad is getting older and the niggly conditions he has, seem to be worsening, as one would expect. For this reason, I worry about him constantly. It is difficult living so far away, and there are times I would dearly love to be closer. When I am able, I hope to return to see Dad, probably next year. We haven't seen each other in two and a half years and my father is the only real family I have left now, so it is essential we stay as close as we can despite the distance between us.

We also enjoy talking about politics — tonight we discussed President Trump and the shameful way he treated President Zelenskyy in the Whitehouse. Like Dad, I am shocked and disgusted by this strange Trumpian World we are now living in, and both of us are concerned about the way the World is heading. 

I am frequently told I am living in the safest place, down under, as the rest of the World appears to be heading closer to war. Nevertheless, with Dad back in Britain and my friends also firmly back home, my anxiety is becoming worse. I wake every morning expecting more bad news from America and an increasingly unhinged President, creating mayhem and madness wherever he goes. This isn't a World I like anymore, and I fear for all our futures, as we continue the march to World War III. It's thoughts like these that concern my sensibility but also keep me grounded, and fully aware of circumstances that affect us all, no matter where we live in the World!

​I suppose today has been about getting stuff off my chest, which is what a personal blog is all about. A reader of roamingbrit wrote to me a few days ago, explaining how blogs such as mine are few and far between now. Most blogs are trying to sell something, advertise corporate sponsorship or encourage readers to click on this link or that. This decade old diary, however, is just about a simple, personal journey that continues, often in the most mundane way.

People like to feel a part of another person's life, like big brother looking in, and I am happy to share my experiences. I hope it helps people like you on your own travels, navigating this complicated, frustrating and often complicated and confusing battle called life; I am thankful it also helps me, even on the darkest of days. Life goes on, bloggers keep blogging, Trump keeps bullying, and my anxiety still persists, but hey, at least it gives me something to write about!
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Planning Our 30th Anniversary Trip!

16/2/2025

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Weight Loss Journey!

20/1/2025

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This week, I want to briefly speak about my weight loss journey — the challenging road that has brought me to where I am today. Since 2019/20, I have been on a journey to lose weight and live a healthy lifestyle. This is in complete contrast to the existence I led before, and is something I had to do, not only for myself, but also for those around me.

At my heaviest, I weighed an astounding 120 kg, today I weigh 74 kg, a loss of 46 kg in weight, and a figure I am proud of! When you decide to start losing the pounds, nothing can prepare you for the rollercoaster ride you are embarking on. You do, however, immediately feel the benefits, as daily routine begins to feel positive again. Walking, climbing stairs, jogging, lifting and carrying, all become easier, as you achieve your weekly goals, working towards your final ideal weight!

Living in Spain, saw my weight spiral out of control. A combination of cheap alcohol, inexpensive cigarettes and discounted food, just exacerbated the desire I had, to live, in the most unhealthy way possible. To be honest, this wasn't a choice, but rather my inability to regulate my calorie intake, and look after myself in the way I knew I should. 

When you have a complicated relationship with food, you are often presented with, what seems like, insurmountable problems. I didn't just eat to survive, I ate to help me overcome my own personal demons. Eating was always a way of avoiding pressing issues. A chocolate bar, a piece of cake or a pint of beer, was a crutch to ignore the inevitable, and a vice that was slowly killing me, from the inside. As the years have flown by, I have cautiously separated eating and emotions, and thankfully been able to navigate the challenges of life, without the need for culinary or alcoholic distraction. 

The journey I have been on, has been long, and I have experienced many ups and downs. It has taught me much about myself — my boundaries, strengths and weaknesses, and above all, my willpower. Willpower is the key to success, and despite many setbacks, it has never let me down.

Today I have achieved my ideal weight and BMI, and I am happy and content in the body I have. My weight loss is an achievement unmatched for me, and I am immensely proud of it. Despite having to carefully monitor everything I consume, even today, I am still motivated enough to keep reaching for the sky. My relationship with food has always been complicated, but now I have finally overcome obstacles, that prevented me from achieving my objectives in the past, I know the battle is won. That is the most important aspect of living a healthy, fruitful, full and constructive life — Long may it continue, long may it last!
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Spain, Britain, or Australia — Which Healthcare System is the best?

4/12/2024

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What a Tiring Week — Infection update and a new start!

17/11/2024

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So after three weeks, my raging infection is finally at an end! I feel totally drained and exhausted, and thankful the hospital was able to treat this penicillin-resistant disease successfully. For a while, I really thought I would end up in a hospital bed for the week.  Fortunately, however, they were able to treat me as an outpatient — administering IV antibiotics for a few days, followed by a two-week course of oral antibiotics!

This has been the second time I have had this infection, and as a precaution my GP ordered a series of blood tests, to see what was going on. He was initially concerned about diabetes or an immunosuppressant condition, but after receiving the results, my anxious mind was put at ease. All the results came back clear, and I was given a clean bill of health.

Of course, I am still slightly concerned about my apparent predisposition to contracting Staphylococcus Aureus, especially while travelling. However, my Doctor has reassured me, that it isn't anything to worry about. He explained that a combination of hot and humid weather in Southeast Asia and foreign bacteria have probably contributed to my recent spate of infections. It is also important to note, that when you are travelling, you tend to get run down — mainly through lack of sleep; this is another factor, in why my body has reacted in the way it has.

It is nice to finally be free of this nasty staph infection and cellulitis that followed as a result, but it is certainly a warning sign to slow down. Not only are we both working full-time, but we are also travelling every five or six months, during our time off. This hectic schedule is really taking its toll. We have decided to travel around Australia for the next year and venture back to Asia in 2026 — obviously, if I don't get itchy feet first!
With my infection over, it was time for a new start. Just a few days after being given the all-clear, I was beginning a new journey, opening a new store in Western Australia. 

I have been working for the same company in Australia for the last two years, although I have moved across brands during that time. Initially selling bedding, I am now managing a designer clothing store, which was completely out of my comfort zone. Nevertheless, I have persevered, and have learned every aspect of the business. It is also a time for me to embrace change; I have worked in many retail environments during my years in the trade, and have adopted a flexible attitude to job opportunities. Retailing is a sphere I know very well; after 30 years working in shops, I should do — for that reason alone! I am comfortable working in any related sector I put my mind to. Adapting to changing circumstances is key to success; if you enjoy people, and have the ability to communicate successfully, you will do well, especially in Australia!

The new store opened on Saturday, and it has been busy — very busy! Customers seem impressed by the new design and have supported us in huge numbers. I couldn't be happier, and I know my team feel the same. This is of course just the start of this new enterprise, and so far the signs are looking good. The feedback we have received during our first few days has been amazing, and I feel this is the start of a prosperous future for all of us in Midland. 

After the awful infection I had just a few days ago, my mental well-being was low, but, thankfully, my week has improved, and my head is in a much better place, ending on a high note. I am looking forward to the future, and putting past negativity behind me. A new adventure is often all it takes to feel back in top form; being able to concentrate on something better, something new and untested, has lifted my spirits and given me hope for the future. After such a debilitating time, on my return from Taiwan, the jigsaw pieces seem to be falling into place, and I am finally feeling well once again!
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Still infected after two weeks of treatment!

9/11/2024

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Infection Update!

1/11/2024

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Bite/Infection? — The aftermath of our holiday to Taiwan!

30/10/2024

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After returning from Taiwan, I have been suffering from a severe infection, that I was told probably came from a bite, most likely a spider. Arriving home, I didn't think too much about the tiny spot on my elbow, but over the next few days, I became concerned about what the blemish was turning into.

It was clear, that whatever was going on was not normal. This tiny spot had grown significantly; it was red, angry, inflamed, and clearly infected. Suitably alarmed, I went down to the Urgent Care Clinic in Midland, where after an assessment, I was prescribed a generic antibiotic, ointment, and other medical goodies, to try to resolve the situation. However, after six doses, I just knew something more serious was going on. After a visit from my Mother-in-Law and neighbour, both of whom appeared alarmed at the size of the infection, I made my way to the Emergency Department at St John of God Hospital, here in Midland.

I waited just under an hour to get through to the assessment. Usually, it takes far longer, which underlines just how seriously they regarded my predicament. I was assessed quickly, by a wonderful team of Doctors and nurses, who, after referring to my previous hospital notes, prescribed me IV antibiotics, but not the usual penicillin ones. The last infection I had was resistant to standard antibiotics, so they assumed this one would be also.

A member of the nursing team drew marks on my arm, determining the extent of the infection, and I was told I could go home and return tomorrow for more antibiotics. They decided to leave the pic line in, explaining that I may need more treatment going forward.

Obviously, my main concern is just what is this infection? My anxious mind suggests it could be MRSA, and that was also a concern of the medical professionals. However, I am a long way from that diagnosis, and the hope is, it is something far more treatable!
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