Rule Brittania

I have not been well since September 7 2012 when Addenbrooks robot extracted my cancerous prostrate gland. The weather does not help, it's snowing today on Mothering Sunday. It is an excuse for my writing skills though , content and flow and forgetting to include material. Lack of sleep, catching bugs on airplanes air con, when your immune system is ground zero because of antibiotics fighting  infections and water works plumbing problems do not aid the brain.

I always wanted to follow the sun like a bird, since I was a lad.  Now that the sun is an infrequent visitor to this green and not so pleasant land, I've concluded best to hang out 1300 miles south. No frost , no snow, but it does rain and not just on the plain, take a note George, by George you told porkies.

Waiting for spring summer in England is like waiting for a bus, and one cannot enjoy the flowers in this climate. Torrevieja is populated by old vikings  and old saxons like me, there for one thing, a warmer sunnier outdoor life. It is quiet in the months other than July and August when Madrid and Barcelona evacuate. English food is in the shops, they even have an Iceland. Real Ale will be scarce and Gaviscon, but that will be on the truck.

I forgot to say the property is a ground floor self contained part of a 2 storey house.  Upstairs is own by a Madrid businessman. The complex has 3 cascading swimming pools  for use in its central grass area. Houses are about 125,000 euros in this small town, this place is worth £85,000  but  who knows with the Spanish economy in such dire straits.  The streets are kept cleaner than Peterborough, but that's no great contest. I have no job in England, any real job is a distant memory. I have no chance of a job and now until I am a pensioner, cannot even get benefit from our useless civil servants. In Spain when I get residencia I will get a SIP card for doctors and hospitals. Till then a E111 NHS medical form for £20 will cover any treatments for 3 years.

So its a one way ticket for me and Susan on that ferry sailing fairly soon. Though its Easy Jet to keep in touch with relatives especially the grandchildren. Peterborough was a port in a storm for both Susan and I shipwrecked in our relationships, love on the rocks, no big surprise, pour me a drink and I'll tell you some lies.

Endeavour at work, counts for little, saying yes sir, counts for more, except I ain't no sycophant. You make the best of things that life throws at you, I duck and dive to survive. I do not think it should be that, but I never found Utopia.

As a patriot, you try your best, you achieve success, but in England there are too many wankers, I am sad to admit, but they are far in the majority. Best I make my own off shore pied de terre.

I made mistakes, I have few regrets though, you think things will come good, then you catch colds.

Thats just the way it is.