On the move again, this time to South East Spain - the first time in my life I've ever lived on the Eastern side of any country! I shall try to regale you with tales of everyday happenings. Names have been changed to protect the definitely guilty!
Thursday, 4 June 2020
Here I go again!
Wow! Imagine being back here after all this time! An incredible NINE YEARS has passed since the move to Spain, and I'm still here!!!
So much has happened, I wouldn't know where to begin, so I'll just start with the most recent events.
The day before I turned 60, I lost my job because of the Covid 19 crisis here in Spain, my relationship broke up, I gave away the rabbit and gained a dog!
Needless to say, my birthday celebrations were a bit muted, to say the least. My darling daughter risked being stopped by the police to travel the 5 miles from where she lives with her beloved to spend a few days with her old mum. Good job she did - to be honest, or it would have been pretty grim and depressing despite the glorious weather.
Thanks to modern technology, (and where would we be without it??) I had lots of calls, chats and good wishes on Facebook. I even had some birthday cards - now that's becoming old-fashioned!!!
For my part, turning 60 was never going to be a joy and a pleasure as it seems like you're now officially on the downward slope, although I only feel 40 at most. Plans had been made to have a week off work, fly over for a family celebration in the UK, take the train down South to visit my darling son and granddaughter. All had to be postponed until the World becomes a little more stable.
Having worked full-time in a busy office with a long drive each way, I was always short of time. Now I find that I have time to kill!! Thank God for the radio and my lovely rescue dog, Ellie, who between them have kept me sane.
I'll try to keep this up now, as I always loved writing and one day I'll look at it and the memories will flood forward again. I might even get a follower!
Here's a photo of my new best friend. She's about 5 years old now but was found by my darling daughter behind a fridge in the garden of her friend still with her umbilical cord attached. Long story short, when I went back to working full time, a very good friend agreed to look after her and she had a wonderful life with him and his other three dogs but always seemed to remember me and all that time, I had always thought that if I was ever in a position to give up work and retire, I would take her back. I'm so attached to her and she seems to have settled in brilliantly. She is definitely a ladies' dog.
Labels:
Covid 19,
expat in Spain,
rescue dog,
Spain in lockdown,
unemployment
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