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    On His Way Home!

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    It's been a gorgeous day today, lovely and warm 22 degrees, perfect weather for me. I have been getting the house ready for Darrell's return on Friday.  He has just left Perth, flying to Sydney; spending some time in Hong Kong, then finally, to London and Alicante.

    Darrell was quite emotional when we spoke this morning.  Leaving his Mother after seven months, is going to be a wrench for him and her. Neither of us know where life will take us now; we have a lot of things to discuss when he arrives. I am looking forward to seeing my partner, we haven't seen each other for a long time!

    You know what, I just wanted to say this. Sometimes, when I look at my friends and family on line, I wish I had the life they have. The day I worry about the mundane things, will be the day I am finally happy; I don't see that day coming anytime soon.  Putting ones life on hold, to care for a loved one, isn't something, either of us had bargained for.  It has left us in a very precarious position financially and ultimately will determine, where our life goes from here.

    This is the one time, that I am not optimistic about a positive outcome.  I have been very driven, until recently.  Living on thin air, has taken its toll on me.  It may well be time for radical solutions to solve our current predicament.

    We have a very uncertain future ahead, that's for sure but we have to make the best of our situation, if we can. I have always been a fighter, for me it's just another struggle, to overcome; I am just glad we will be back together!​
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    Immigration - A matter of priorities!

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    I thought I would talk about immigration today. When I got up this morning, I read an article about a lady from Singapore, who had married an Englishman; they had been together for twenty seven years and had two children. She had returned home to care for her sick Mother; on her re-entry to the UK, she was eventually deported; she had breached the conditions of her visa, which stipulates, she can not spend prolonged periods of time outside of the UK. Consequently I also received a message in my inbox. I have been in contact with various immigration groups, trying to find out the legality of mine and Darrell’s situation.

    We have both been together since 1995, just coming up to our 22nd year as partners, nearly two years married. When Darrell and I got together, it was under the Conservative Government of John Major. At the time, there were no laws or guidelines in place to recognise our de facto relationship. As a same sex couple, with a partner from a different country, other than those in the EU, we didn’t exist, in the official sense. For the first couple of years, we lived between Australia and the UK, fighting to stay together.

    In May 1997, Labour came to power, at the time we were both living in Australia. During that period, I found it very difficult to live down under, so within a few short weeks of Tony Blair winning office, we packed up and left, while Darrell had some time left on his British visa. That visa would run out, before any laws were changed. If I remember rightly, the new immigration legislation was passed through Parliament in the October of 1997. That left a good few months, where Darrell was under threat of deportation; Darrell was illegally resident in the UK and could have been removed at any time. We did use this period to talk to Members of Parliament, solicitors and Stonewall, who were 100% behind our case. Towards the end of this time, we employed a Barrister, to challenge the Home Offices decision to have Darrell removed, trying to force a judicial review. In the end, the fact we remained together, was due to timing and a lot of hard work from out MP.

    Even after October 1997, we were bound by draconian immigration restrictions, which effectively put our life on hold for many, many years. In the year 2000, Darrell was given his Indefinite leave to remain in the UK, based solely on our relationship together. The terms of this visa were strict and have prevented us, as a couple from living for long periods of time, outside of Britain.

    In 2015, myself and Darrell moved to Spain. In all honesty, I never even thought about the ramifications of our decision. We left to start a new life after a period of trauma, so the last thing on our mind was the visa Darrell was allowed to remain in the UK under, with me as his partner. That may well have been a mistake; according to the news I had this morning, Darrell had breached the conditions of his ‘Indefinite Leave to Remain’, issued in 2000. In reality that visa, we had fought hard to obtain, had become null and void, despite our years together and subsequent marriage. Returning to Britain is now impossible, even if we decided to go down that road.

    During the twenty years Darrell lived in the UK with me, he never once claimed any form of benefit, always paid his taxes and National Insurance and fully integrated into British life. It does seem rather skewed, that we should be punished for leaving our home, through no fault of our own; when others seem to enter British shores and are able to claim benefits, accommodation and assistance, whenever they so choose. That is the mark of a system gone wrong!

    Darrell has been in Australia for seven months, he comes home to Spain, this Friday. He experienced his own problems when returning to his country of birth, to care for his Mother. There was no instant access to medical care and he was now living in a country he didn’t understand any more. When one looks from the outside in, one sees Australia as the land of milk and honey,’ we all do; on the surface that is exactly how it is perceived; but circumstances have changed; Australia is now on the brink of recession. Consecutive Governments in Canberra have raised the minimum wage, to a level now, that is unsustainable, double that of the UK; an artificially elevated minimum wage; sounds all rather wonderful doesn’t it. In truth Australia has agreements with Asian countries, importing cheap labour every day. Taking away the jobs, naturally covered in the minimum wage act. The protection of workers rights, has become worthless, not fit for purpose and safeguarding no one.

    Immigration is high up on the agenda, at least in the media. With the Brexit and Trump phenomenon , comes accusations of racism and isolationism, retreating back to boarders and no allowing anyone else in. It is a difficult subject for me; I voted for Brexit and stand by my decision. I really don’t believe that Expats living and working here in Spain, or indeed anywhere else in Europe will be effected by Britain’s decision to leave the EU. It is in Europe’s interest to work with the UK, not punish it for making a democratic decision to withdraw.

    In my case and that of the lady from singapore, something has gone terribly wrong with the system. A system that is broken in so many ways, allowing undesirable characters to enter, yet stripping decent, law abiding citizens of rights, because of some ill thought out policy. People like Darrell have never had handouts, yet he really becomes a victim, because in the words of one immigration organisation, he isn’t black and he comes from a rich western nation. That is not a racist statement from me, it is a matter of fact. Had he come from a more deprived part of the world, he would have been helped far more than he ever was in the UK. Don’t assume, that just because my husband is from Australia, is is wealthy; we don’t have two cents to rub together. Horrendous circumstances brought us to Spain, we struggle every day, get no public funds and have no income at all; we ask for nothing.

    So there we have it, my moan for today; actually more than a moan, it felt like a kick in the teeth this morning, I was in panic mode. I have no plans to return to the UK, but I do want the option there, should I wish to. The British Government would argue that Darrell, was unable to leave the UK, for such a long period of time, but surely our visa should be about us, our relationship, not what country we reside in. Had we stayed in the UK, Darrell would have still had to leave and look after his mother anyway, under those circumstances, our situation would have been far worse, he would have been deported, unable to return to the UK; so maybe, just maybe, we did make the right decision to move to Spain after all, only time will tell.
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    Magic Linda!

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    Linda is back in Gran Alacant, which is fantastic as I haven't seen her for quite a while now.  Like most people, I think Linda was avoiding  Spain for the last few months, with the weather the way it was!  Given the choice, I would have rather been somewhere a lot more tropical, or like Linda at home in bonnie Scotland!

    I  spent a lovely evening, last night, putting the World to rights; well, Gran Alacant at least.  It's good to chat with friends once in a while, especially the ones who understand; there aren't many like Linda in this World!
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    In truth, I have had a lot on my mind; plenty to talk about.  I probably bit Linda's ear off, but it was certainly something I had to do. She is a great listener and even better at giving advice; God knows I need plenty of that at the moment.

    Recently I have been feeling down, in all respects.   I haven't really wanted to see anyone at all and was in two minds whether  or   not   to   go  and  see  Linda;
    nothing personal against anyone, just stuff I have been wrestling with, and didn't know whether to speak to others about it. I need not have worried, Linda told me, what I needed to hear: encouraging me to remain in Gran Alacant; I would be much better off as a result.  Seeing through the haze of my life is difficult at the moment, so sometimes, a word or two from someone a lot wiser than me can go a long way.
    My current situation, torn between two countries, wasn't the only issue on my plate. As my battles with Oxfam rumble on, I wanted to ask Linda for advice; not only about getting over what happened, but also whether it was time to give up the good fight.  I do feel like I am banging my head against a brick wall at the moment, in many respects and although I want to keep up the pressure on this bloated old charity, I was mindful of the challenges involved, trying to fight against, a large multinational.

    Linda told me a story; her words were important, because it reinforced my views, that what Oxfam did was wrong, deeply disturbing and terribly dangerous.  Of course I can not give up, exposing these people for who they are. Imagine how I would feel, if someone else attempted suicide or worse, died, just like my poor colleague from Ireland. Linda is one of the good ones.  She puts Oxfam and those who represent them to shame. The guilt I would feel, should anyone else get hurt, would be too much to bare.

    I am always mindful of Oxfam's aims;

    Empowerment
    Our approach means that everyone involved with Oxfam, from our staff and supporters to people living in poverty, should feel they can make change happen.

    Accountability
    Our purpose-driven, results-focused approach means we take responsibility for our actions and hold ourselves accountable. We believe that others should also be held accountable for their actions.

    Inclusiveness
    We are open to everyone and embrace diversity. We believe everyone has a contribution to make, regardless of visible and invisible differences.

    In my case, and those of many others including that poor girl who took her own life, none of these intentions were even considered; they were disregarded and passed over,  they never existed, irrelevant; Oxfam forgot its own goals!

    Linda made me realise, that if you have a fight worth pursuing, you have to keep pushing for retribution and closure, not lose sight of your moral stance and have the courage of your own convictions, unlike Oxfam, who have no credibility left; ignoring their own  aspirations and ambitions, in order to save their own reputation!

    Thanks for a wonderful night Linda and the essentials you brought me back from Britain. Mucho Amor!


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    Spanish Flu!

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    I've not had a great week in all honesty. I have had the worst flu, you can ever imagine.  I think I may well be at the tail end of it now, although I am now coming out in rashes, all over my body.

    I certainly don't intend to go to the surgery here in Gran Alacant, so I have done a little bit of self diagnosis on the internet, as I usually do. I think I caught the flu, in the first place, because I have been particularly run down, with stress and worry.  I have had similar outbreaks of 'hives', for want of a better word, in the past and they always seem to flare up, erupting in the same place.

    Outwardly, people generally can't tell if I am stressed or not, although it does seem that, when I do suffer with anxiety, it manifests itself, through skin afflictions.  On top of this, as a consequence of flu, inflammation and irritation can occur anyway. Point blank, I haven't been in a great place, feeling low and fragile!

    I am hoping that life can begin to get back to normal at least, now Darrel is returning home.

    Can I also say, that for the purpose of this blog, I call my partner Darrell, his actual name is Jason, we just choose to use a pseudonym for writing purposes.  In fact I shall probably start calling him Jason, in my blog now, so please don't get confused, it is just to protect privacy, which is very important on the internet, so please take notice!

    I digress, but, I hope now, my health will begin to improve.  The waiting game I am still playing, is the hardest game of all!
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