Settling in to everyday life

Life in the Port is beginning to settle down although we have been very busy during the last few weeks, in fact Ian says he's been busier here than he was in the last couple of months in the UK!  This has been a salutary reminder to us that this is 'real life' now and not a holiday.

Ian has been working on our apartment and looking for storage for all his tools. It is really difficult to find lock-up storage/garages etc in the Port for any sensible rental but thanks to a couple of wonderful friends he has managed to do so which is a great relief.  He's also ferried me around to a hospital check-up following my stay there last month, to the doctor's for a bad ear infection and to the dentist to have a wisdom tooth removed!  I seem to be a walking medical disaster at the moment and he has waited patiently at all these places with me and it's all taken time.  You would think that we would have plenty of time on our hands but we really haven't and still seem to have a list of things to do.  I guess if you're a busy person this is unlikely to change really radically even if you do relocate; we all dream of 'doing nothing' but if your personality tends to being a 'doer' then somehow you still find things that need doing!  Speaking of which, Ian wishes mosquitoes and other flying bite-y things would also 'do one' as he has been practically eaten alive by them.  I on the other hand have barely been touched by them and suspect that the vast amounts of antibiotics I've had to take over the last few weeks makes me taste like the human equivalent of a witchetty grub on "I'm a Celebrity....".  A small but important triumph from my perspective.

In other news..... I have found a job :-)  I have started as an English teacher at the N1 Language School in the Port and absolutely love it.  I am so lucky to have found a job I love doing with such a great team and look forward to many years there.  I commute by bicycle (no train strikes and rush hour for me!) and now that I am gainfully employed and a taxpayer in Spain, I also get a health card to access healthcare at the local health centre no need to use the EHIC card.  We hadn't known this would be the case so that was a nice surprise!

In terms of life in general at this time of year, we've watched as gradually everywhere in the Port has shut down from the last weekend in October.  One minute you walk past somewhere serving food/drinks with candles lit and looking lovely and then, within a matter of days, everything is inside and shut up for the winter.  What has interested us is how many places are still open including the Illa D'Or although we suspect that these will be closed by mid-November.  But watching the Port settle down for the winter has actually been interesting and we've watched the locals (which now includes us!) reclaim the town as their own so to speak.  The weather is definitely cooler now, we have had some rain (which was much needed) and yesterday evening it was so windy I was quite worried when Ian took the dogs out for their evening toilet walk.  We went up to the Talaia d'Albercutx recently and took some pictures including some of the Port when the sky is less than blue and the sun struggles to get through - if you live in the UK this is probably ringing a bell!

Sometimes it's warmer outside on our balcony than it is inside the apartment and we have invested in a gas heater in readiness for cold evenings.  Bottled gas heats an apartment extremely cheaply compared to anything electric - and yes, we are well aware to ensure adequate ventilation!  In any event, it's hard to know quite what to wear as one minute it's in the early 20 degrees and the next the late teens and a chill wind.  But we were well aware that the sun doesn't always shine and we still love living here.  

"So far, so good" I think would be a good way to sum up living here. But it definitely feels like home and that can only be a good thing :-D

Not quite the start we had hoped for!

Sorry for the lack of blog posts lately but as many of you will be aware via Facebook, I was admitted to hospital late on 5th October with what turned out to be gall-stones and a gall-bladder infection.  We are philosophical about it - clearly was going to happen sooner or later - and in fact I received fantastic care :-)  So these are some thoughts on what it's like when things take you by surprise health-wise in Mallorca.

First it might be useful to point out that we took out an annual health insurance policy for those living in Spain (different to a travel insurance one) in early August before we left UK.  But TOP TIP: beware the small print!  The policy turned out not to cover overnight stays until we have lived in Spain for 6 months (and in some cases apparently some policies stipulate 12 months!!).  They would do so for an emergency but they classify e.g. a broken leg as an emergency; crying out in pain from an internal infection which needs serious treatment apparently is not. So we had headed to the private Juaneda hospital in Alcudia where I received immediate pain relief and diagnosis and then had to wait for an ambulance to transfer me to Hospital Comercal d'Inca for treatment on my EHIC card.  The private health policy did agree to pay for the medication I received in Alcudia, we paid for the overnight stay.

I stayed at Inca from 6th - 13th October and can totally vouch for the medical care in Spain (and at the private hospital).  The staff are friendly, efficient and reassuring (more about this shortly) and tests are immediately implemented.  I don't want this post to be a moan about the NHS as this is not the forum but suffice it to say that I am genuinely glad that if this was going to happen, that it happened here.  I will merely contrast myself with a friend with the same problem but in UK.  I was kept in on all manner of drips and a very carefully developed and monitored diet until they were absolutely sure the infection had gone.  I was discharged on the 8th day with an out-patient appointment at which time I will receive a date to return for an operation to remove my gall-bladder by keyhole surgery when I will apparently be in for one, possibly two nights.  My UK friend (with no other adult in the home) was discharged after 3 days, still in pain.  Unimpressed GP.  She returned to A&E twice before finally they gave her a date as a day case.  I mention this not to knock the NHS as much as reassure anyone who might require medical care in Spain as it is very good indeed and a nursing friend who visited commented on the cleanliness of the hospital.  However if you are cared for in the Spanish public sector be prepared for the fact that not a great deal of English is spoken.  Some doctors had some English, a few nurses had a little English and everyone is reassuring.  But TOP TIP: you will find the whole experience a lot easier if you either speak some Spanish yourself or have someone with you who can.  It's not so much communication about the major things like treatment, it's the everyday things that the healthcare assistants deal with as well as communication with other patients that I mean.  My Spanish was greatly improved by the experience (every cloud and all that!) due to total immersion and the need to survive so it actually did me a great deal of good.

Overall, whilst this was obviously not a pleasant thing to happen, it in no way made me wish I was in UK.  On the contrary, I felt more at home here than ever :-)

So that's the 'serious' part of this posting over.  But I thought I would share with you my experience of being in a Spanish hospital.

Inca Hospital patients stay in two bed rooms off a main corridor, same gender in a room.  Each room has a TV, two wardrobes and an en-suite shower room.  Rooms also have a door out to a large garden where patients can sit outside, smoke etc.  To use the TV you buy a 'tarjeta' and insert in a slot below the TV, but there are no headphones.  At Inca visiting hours are all day/night, as many as you like.  Yes, I really do mean this!  During my stay I was visited twice a day by Ian, who had to travel back and forth to the Port to see to the dogs, and twice by two friends.  

My first 'roomie', let's call her 'D', was an elderly lady but had no mobility or care issues.  She was sturdy and squat, spoke with a very deep, gravelly voice and in many ways straight out of casting as a matriarch in "The Sopranos".  Although she and her family spoke Spanish rather than Catalan, she was very hard to understand and was also slightly deaf and she gave up on communicating with me after about two minutes.  Her relatives seemed to consist of roughly one quarter the population of Mallorca and visited from about 8am to 10pm - mercifully I was spared the experience of a friend whose 'roomie' was brought some tasty food at 1am by some relatives.  Her visitors filled both patient chairs and most of the room and I was almost expecting to be asked if they could sit on my bed too although to be fair that might have been a step too far as many of them behaved as if I simply didn't exist.  Late Thursday to the Saturday demonstrated that not only are Spanish hospitals very noisy places in general due to chatter but that my room was an extremely noisy place.  When I was obviously trying to sleep the chatter just went on and one and on.....  I had also naively thought that an elderly lady may not have/use a mobile phone - how wrong I was!  She had two, and used them frequently, not to receive many calls but to make hundreds, especially when she had no visitors and heaven forbid we might have a little quiet for a while.  I wondered if she was in fact a crime cartel matriarch giving orders from afar - she certainly looked the part.  In addition 'D' had really quite epic flatulence which enlivened even those rare quieter moments.   

Things took a turn for the worse in international relations on the Sunday though.  I emerged from the bathroom in the morning to the joys of full Sunday mass on the TV courtesy of a 'tarjeta' that one of her relatives had thoughtfully purchased.  I have no objections to religion, and indeed was brought up a Catholic, but to be honest it was something I could have done without.  However in the interests of international relations I felt this was a small matter and let it be although the sound was quite loud.  Unfortunately from here on things went downhill rapidly.  Having now gained access to a remote control, 'D' insisted on having the TV on at an increasing volume pretty much all day.  This combined with her hordes of visitors all talking non-stop meant I got very little rest as I retreated into stereotypically stoic British mode and tried to blank out the noise.  Having had four children I am probably better able to tune out that many people and made it through to the evening.  I should say at this point that 'D', in addition to the thoughtlessness, flatulence and deafness, was an Olympic standard champion TV channel hopper.  Never one to actually watch a programme in full (which would at least have been something) she changed channel every few minutes.  And at 9.30pm she started a marathon session of this AND AT DECIBELS WHICH MUST HAVE BEEN HEARD throughout the entire ward and very probably further.  This was in conjunction with her other habit of turning on the lights exactly when she wanted and then not turning them off again so that I had to heave myself plus drip stand out of bed to go and do so.  So I lay there, clearly trying to sleep and plotting ways that I would cheerfully do away with her, with all lights blazing and the TV blaring and changing channels all the while. I came up with some quite creative ways that I would do the evil deed, one of which involved my drips and the handy plastic tubes.....  Eventually, after seething for an hour during which time I seriously questioned how anyone, of any age and any nationality could be quite so selfish, I plotted my revenge.  She was now tucked up in bed and unlikely to want to move.  And I really did need a quick visit to el bano (sorry, no Spanish keyboard if you're a stickler for language accuracy!) sooooo.....on leaving the en-suite I turned off all the lights and shuffled in triumph back past her bed not daring to catch her eye, and got back into bed.  Despite the VERY LOUD TV, you could have heard the proverbial pin drop.  I held my breath.  And then - the TV was turned off!  Cue partying, high-fiving and general whooping inside my head.  Honour restored I finally fell asleep only to be woken shortly after by a nurse changing my drip.  But I didn't care, I had made my point!

The next day 'D' was discharged (never even said adios and probably there's a hit out on me now for the lights incident the night before) and I had a room to myself for a few hours.  However just as I started my dinner that evening, a nurse came to tell me I was moving rooms.  So I moved two doors down to share with yet another elderly lady (was Inca Hospital trying to tell me something I wonder?!).  But this time both she and her relatives couldn't have been lovelier.  They were all completely adorable, helpful, thoughtful, total sweethearts and a complete contrast to 'D' and entourage.  In Spanish hospitals, if your relative requires any personal or mobility care, it's up to the family to stay round the clock to provide that; this allows the nursing staff to do the medical side.  Can you imagine that in UK???  In any event the elderly lady 'M' was nursed round the clock by daughter 'G' who seemed to have the stamina of an ox and slept by her mother every night on the two chairs pushed together. She was certainly required and dealt with shall we say challenging personal care, sometimes in the middle of the night.  She had even brought her own cleaning things for the bathroom (the hospital cleaners told her off but I thought she was beyond magnificent as shall we say I wouldn't have been keen to wait until they cleaned the bathroom...).  This family spoke Catalan but were happy to communicate with me in Spanish, and acting when that failed.  By the time I left on the Thursday it was kisses all round and I would've taken them all home with me if I could!

Overall the hospital is very clean, efficient and well-run.  The food is hard to judge as I was on such a restricted diet but it was freshly cooked.  If you find yourself in hospital though (heaven forbid) and aren't keen on fish, best tell them early on as the diet majored on fish.  The one thing I did miss was a bowl of cereal for breakfast though.  Breakfast was a coffee and, once I was on the road to recovery, eg. a piece of bread, a slice of ham and some olive oil.  Not quite what my British tastebuds were hoping for but beggars can't be choosers!  But I guess I'll find out what a more normal diet is like there when I return to have my gall-bladder removed.  Honest view - bottom line is I'd rather be in a Spanish hospital than a UK one.  But all the same, I really do hope I don't need a hospital again for the foreseeable future once I've had my op.

And we're home :-)

Hola!  Buenas dias! No posts for the last few days as we had no internet and have been just too darned busy, but to go back a little.....

Our journey from Zaragoza to Barcelona via the toll motorway was smooth and uneventful, it's well worth the toll fee with lots of decent picnic areas and service areas to stop at.  Not far out of Zaragoza the satnav said there were 277km until the next 'action' which gives an idea of just how straightforward it is!  The only traffic we encountered was the outskirts of Barcelona on the coast as we worked our way towards the port.  We were using Transmediterranea and it was pretty easy to find their offices.  We were way too early to officially wait for the ferry but on checking in and getting our boarding passes etc we were told we could park in one of their secure areas for 12 euros which we duly did.  This is very useful if you are anxious about the security of your vehicle and contents although there is also underground parking at the port.  However the peace of mind to be the other side of a gate with a security guard was definitely worth it.

We spent a few happy hours in Barcelona and enjoyed a cheeky jug of sangria although it was very expensive at 16 euros but we felt we deserved a treat.  We didn't stray far from the port but there are lots of cafes, restaurants etc nearby and Barcelona is definitely somewhere we will return to explore some time.

Embarkation was straightforward that evening.  Although you need to have muzzles, we were not asked to put them on this time which was a relief.  The dog area is a special portakabin on the top deck and you are issued with a numbered padlock.  

In our opinion the kennels are better proportioned than the Brittany Ferry ones and there was only one other dog and a kitten using them so we had choices and put our two in together.  There is a sink and the whole area was not in the last bit smelly so we were quite impressed.  Later, a crew member came to check the lock numbers and shut the portakabin outer door although it isn't locked so you can check your pet anytime.  We headed for the sleeper lounge seats (they call them 'armchairs' we had paid for.  They are off the main area and the room is darkened.  The seats are very like long haul airline seats and recline quite well but I needed my neck pillow which is a TOP TIP as is some sort of throw/blanket (which I left in the car and regretted as it gets quite cool) and ear plugs and perhaps an eye mask depending on how good a sleeper you are.  This is because people do go in and out which is disturbing so another TOP TIP is to head for the back of this room as the doors are at the front, something I only sussed when it was far too late to bother to move.  

We had paid for classic breakfast which is better described as basic breakfast but you can buy extra bits.  And then we were off the ferry and pitchforked into very early Saturday morning Palma.  Feeling slightly surreal we made our way to Puerto Pollensa, taking the route along from Alcudia as it's our favourite view of the Port.

Since then our life has been a haze of unpacking (our things arrived all in one piece on the Monday) and organising everyday life stuff such as connecting the TV and getting the internet sorted.  Telefonica is like the UK's BT and Movistar is part of this.  We had been recommended to go to the Movistar shop in Juan XXIII where they can speak some English and also get a package to suit.  We went for the basic package of fibre optic internet which also gives you a landline and 2 mobile sims for 62 euros.  Later that day we got a call from their technical department and the very next day it was installed which was pretty impressive stuff and quicker than it would have been in UK.  

We currently have 'holidaymaker envy' as we walk past tourists lying in the sun on the beach or by a pool or eating out etc because we are doing none of those things.  But we sustain ourselves by the thought that they will soon be going home whereas we ARE home :-)  This might be a good time to indicate that whilst moving to your dream location sounds idyllic, the reality is that like any other move it is tiring, stressful and emotional.  So you really do need to be committed to doing this and at some point or another it really will register that you are living far from the rest of your family.  All we can say if you find yourself ever making the move is, keep going and then TOP TIP: make Skype or FaceTime calls the moment you have the internet as this is massively emotionally reassuring.

In other news......there was a storm of biblical proportions on Saturday where apparently 39.6 litres of rain per sq metre fell(!) which was a useful opportunity to establish that our apartment is perfectly watertight (trust me, this is worth knowing!) and we seem to be being bitten by something other than mosquitos which is a first.  We have therefore commenced battle with the unidentifiable culprits and are determined to emerge victorious.


So there we have it.  We have survived the first week or so of living in the Port. It's been wonderful but also, like any house move, tiring and stressful.  Moving to your favourite place in the world doesn't mean that all the normal stresses and strains of moving will magically not exist......but it does feel like home :-D

The journey so far

Soooo.... the journey.  After a few slightly wobbly, verge of tears moments, we left our old home at about 9.30am yesterday and headed the 38 miles to Portsmouth where it seemed no time at all until we were loaded on board the Brittany Ferry, Cap Finisterre.  As we have dogs we had to take them to the kennel area and one of us stayed with them in the car until the time came to take them, muzzled - the rules :-( - but this was only whilst they were in the public areas en route to the dog area.  Tally was completely horrified and managed to rub it off after about 1 minute so we just kept walking and hoped no-one would notice.  Usefully, when I went to the Information Desk for the briefing for travellers with dogs, I happened to mention that we had wanted a dog-friendly cabin but that none had been available.  Apparently they're like gold dust and people book them up years in advance!  So the Brittany Ferry steward asked if I'd like to be put down for any cancellation; naturally I did so, but more in hope than expectation.  More of this later....  It took two trips from the car to get the dogs + their bedding etc and then our luggage as you aren't allowed to return to the car decks once the ferry has left.

We stood on the doggy deck with some friends who are making their way over to Spain with their caravan to travel round looking for an area they would like to live in and then buy property.  They too have made the 'big decision' but it really was sheer coincidence that they were on the same ferry, a fact which we discovered only about 3 months ago.  Their son had travelled from Littlehampton, where they are from, to Portsmouth and was on the Round Tower to see them off.  They had a flag to make it easier for him to spot them and FaceTimed as we went past.  It was very weird to see us going past on Pat's phone as we stood on deck, via her son's phone over on land!  Obviously it was quite emotional for her and that set me off too.  In any event, I shared his Facebook post of this on my Facebook, so if you are a friend on FB take a look!

We struggled through the next hour or two in the wind on the dog deck and eventually decided we had to trial leaving our two fur babies for a bit, but the small dog kennels really are very long and narrow and we wanted them to be together during the day time which was pretty difficult.  Added to which some of the dogs were barking and howling and it was a bit smelly (not dirty, just dog wee smelly) and we weren't too happy at all about leaving members of our family there.  And then just as we were panicking over leaving them we were paged and by some miracle a dog friendly cabin was available.  We literally ran to get our little dogs and carried them as fast as we could to a wonderful cabin which was also an outside one which meant that Tally could do her favourite thing in the whole world - sitting on the window ledge and watching the world (or sea!) go by.  This made us a lot more relaxed about the whole trip.  The boat was well appointed with entertainments, cinema, various bars and places to eat, swimming pool and so on. 


The first part of the journey was idyllic in lovely sunshine with a wonderful sunset which I captured 

but in the evening the boat started to pitch and roll.  By 8.30pm Ian declared he didn't feel too great and fled the scene (he left nearly an entire pint so I knew he meant it!).  The night was a very long one and the Bay or Biscay lived up to it's reputation.  The boat was all over the place and whilst this didn't affect me or the dogs, Ian has a TOP TIP: bring travel sickness pills/bands etc!!  I showered in the morning wedged against the wall or ran the risk of falling.  Needless to say Ian passed on the planned breakfast.  Feeling slightly guilty I thoroughly enjoyed mine but made the most of it by taking some rolls and pastries for Ian to eat later once on terra firma.

We arrived in Bilbao under very grey skies and some rain with grey, foamy seas which rather contradicted our expectations of arriving to some Spanish sunshine!  If travelling with dogs you have to take them back to the car when called (abut 50 minutes before disembarkation) and then return to the passenger area.  Fortunately Tally and Alfie were fine to be left and we were soon reunited.  Whilst our passports were checked, with regard to the dogs we could have arrived with a Rottweiler and a German Shepherd for all that the dog passports were checked but at least it meant we got away quickly.  The satnav was a godsend and we found our way out of Bilbao very well and used the wonderful toll motorways to Zaragoza (costs about 35 euros) where we had booked at the Ibis Budget which is dog-friendly.  

If you make a similar journey we can recommend stopping off somewhere like Zaragoza to break things up, and the Ibis Budget is on the outskirts of the city with secure underground parking and basic but clean and modern rooms.  There's also a square behind the hotel with some grass to walk/toilet the dogs and parks nearby.  We took them for a walk to a cafe for beer and coffee and then left them in our room to find a great local bar that did wonderful cheap food.  As we were the only non-locals in there we took it as a good sign.  As this isn't a tourist area, locals are far less likely to speak English so it might be worth bearing this in mind if considering a similar trip (my Spanish is reasonable so we had no problems) so TOP TIP: if you don't speak basic Spanish, use a translation app on your phone or bring a phrase book!

We were so exhausted that we slept well apart from Tally and Alfie deciding to bring us some of their biscuits in the night in case we got hungry - bless!  Other than that they were angels and slept well in their beds.  Breakfast is extra but we can recommend it - lots of tea/coffee/juice + pastries, bread, cereal, yoghurts and fruit.  We paid 25 euros for breakfast, dogs and parking.  The room was 24 euros so we thought this was pretty good value :-)  I'm typing this using the hotel's free WiFi before we pack up and head off for Barcelona and the ferry across to Mallorca :-D  Hasta luego!

Life begins at the end of your comfort zone

Well that's it.  All our things have gone and will get to Mallorca before we do.  

To re-wind slightly.  We have found the last week or so to be exhausting literally and emotionally, tearful, happy, terrifying, exciting, stressful and amazing - take your pick.  We have each gone through all of them and sometimes all in one day!  However much you want to make a move like this and however long it has been a dream, trust us - it ain't easy.  It's weird because you'd think we'd be skipping along as happy and as carefree as can be given that we have both wanted to do this for so long.  But the reality is that it isn't quite as simple as you think it will be.  And despite our determination, motivation and excitement to make this move it has, in the run-up to our final departure, been a lot harder than we thought it would be. You kind of expect to be rushing around frantically busy but excitedly happy, and end up tearful and tired.  Go figure!  We both find ourselves waking up in the wee small hours with over-active brains and getting little sleep from then on.  This means you are tired only for it all to happen again the following night....and the next....and the next...... and.... you get the drift.  So TOP TIP: be prepared for a pretty emotional time and accept that it is normal to grieve for what you are leaving despite the excitement of what you are gaining.

On Saturday we spent the day at a wonderful family wedding which we very much enjoyed and we have had a lovely time seeing family members and friends.  This sort of event makes it all too easy to focus on what you are leaving.  Change can be very scary as we have discovered but staying static is scarier still so sometimes you have to press on despite your insides doing a passable impersonation of a washing machine!

On Sunday we took our two little dogs for our final walk on the lovely South Downs that we have been lucky enough to have on our doorstep.  It was a beautiful day and if I'm honest, I was quite emotional to think that this was our last such walk there.  I took this panoramic photo during our walk and think you will see what I mean :-D

On a practical level about moving - buy lots of boxes.  Anyone who has moved home reasonably often will know, however many boxes you think you will need - add quite a few onto that!  Our belongings seemed to multiply before our eyes, where does it all come from??! :-o  It's hard work and today it all peaked as we helped move our stuff out and into the van/trailer for the journey to Mallorca.  And it will actually get there before we do; we will next see it again in a week's time.  I certainly hope so as my clothes/accessories and much loved iPad are amongst them and Ian is feeling strange without access to his laptop.  It seems it's not just teenagers who find a removal of technology somewhat disconcerting!

This is a picture of our belongings heading off on their journey:

So, at close of play today the die is cast and our possessions are on their way.  Tomorrow I am seeing my granddaughter off on her first day at 'big school'.  And then just two small cabin baggage sized cases to pack and we are good to go on Wednesday on the first leg of our journey - next stop, Portsmouth ferry terminal. 

Recent musings on goodbyes.....

Well, where did that week go?!  Seriously, if you want life to go on fast forward then try the last few days of the run up to a huge and momentous, life-changing event!  Guess it's pretty much like the run-up to a wedding when you suddenly think of all the things you still have to do and realise that time's running out to do them!

I find that as I drive around I am saying a silent goodbye to some places.  I wondered if this was a little overly sentimental so mentioned it to Ian only to find that he has been doing the same thing!  The reality is now starting to sink in.  We have dreamed of doing something like this for so long and were then busy planning to do so.  But now the dream has pretty much finished the planning stage and we're now facing the reality.  And this is scary to be honest - in a good way - but scary!  We've both felt a bit fluttery over the last few days and have had some nights where our overactive brain wakes us up either running through things we still have to do or sort out, or by roaming around all that we are leaving behind.  So on top of everything else we're both rather more tired that usual.  This brings me to.....stress.

The sheer amount of things we have to do, over and above actually packing, is definitely stressful!  These range from notifying all the utilities all of whom have different notice periods, changing our UK mobiles to pay-as-you-go, selling stuff on eBay, making sure everything doggy related is in place, organising rug cleaning, attending the dentist for check-ups, shredding years of old paperwork and keeping only what we actually need, bank appointments, catching up with more friends, trips to the tip..... it just seems never-ending and feels like we need another 24 hours in each day.  So what with this and the relative lack of sleep, we have both had our tetchy moments!   Therefore TOP TIP: be aware that this is a stressful time and cut both yourself and your other half (and anyone else involved) some slack.  Now is not the time to be over-sensitive or precious; all involved need to dig in and pull together.  But trust us, although this is an exciting time, it's also tiring, stressful and emotional.  So at the risk of sounding like some sort of mindfulness coach, be kind - to yourself and each other 😚

Another issue is that of leaving children/grandchildren.  I have four children and one grandchild, Ian has two children and five grandchildren.  My oldest child currently lives in Canada and has lived/worked abroad on and off for some time and hasn't lived remotely nearby for any real length of time since he left for university way back.  But the other three (all girls) and my granddaughter all live in or near Worthing.  Naturally they could all scatter in due course and even if they all remained in the UK could live a long way apart.  This would still leave me with the dilemma of where to live to regularly see any of them.  So I feel that Mallorca is no different; it is further in terms of miles but actually quicker , not to mention possibly cheaper, to travel back to the UK than to drive or catch a train within the UK.  BUT the perpetual mother's guilt (mums will know exactly what I mean!) means that I somehow feel guilty for moving away rather than the other way around.  Whether or not I would feel this way if I was moving to say Wales, I have no idea!  I guess the guilt habit is hard to break.  But not doing this is not an option.  As the title of this blog states - life's too short and you never know when life will throw a curve ball.

Ian keeps his thoughts to himself a bit more, but both his children are older and well established and settled.  His son has already booked flights for himself and his wife to come out for his long birthday weekend in December and his daughter is also talking about coming to see us soon.  Ian's view is that time spent with them and the grandchildren in Mallorca will be real quality time with them staying with us and our opportunity to show them the island.

In the middle of writing this posting I stopped to take our two dogs for a walk and was in a reflective mood on all the undoubtedly wonderful people, places and things we will leave behind and felt really very sentimental.  On coming back I had a cup of tea and ate one of the fortune cookies left over from our Chinese takeaway on Saturday night.  My fortune was ........"You are heading in the right direction".🌅

So....yesterday was the second and last farewell party for lots of very dear friends.  The sun shone and it was really glorious luckily.  When so many lovely people are gathered together it brings home quite forcefully what you are leaving which we chatted about this morning as we walked the dogs.  So an enjoyable time was edged with a little sadness, but at the same time we rejoiced in this age of modern technology and social media where it is so much easier to keep in touch with people and what is going on in their lives.  And some people will come out to visit us - we hope!  We also know so many lovely people in Puerto Pollensa so we feel very lucky.  Recent PP citizens and dear friends Ray and Sandy who have just moved back to the UK came to our party, as did another dear friend Mary who is back and forth to PP a very great deal and who we will, in fact, meet up with in the Port just after our arrival :-D

Here are some pics from our party (and if you aren't sure what we look like, we're the couple on the right in the first picture).

Following our previous post about the last time for things, we're now having meals at our favourite restaurants/pubs one last time and trying to cram in all the things you suddenly realise you want to do, for example I'd love to go on the newly opened i360 in Brighton and we've also just booked to see the Absolutely Fabulous movie.  It's the little things that you just take for granted that sneak up on you.  The major things you think about, but it's those pesky small ones that are in fact the bigger reminders of what you are about to do.  So our move is concentrating the mind wonderfully on all we've not done/visited/re-visited and so on!

Other reminders of our move (which is now just over two weeks away) is at Tesco - other supermarkets are also available ;-)  Recently I bought one of those large 3kg bags of pasta and the thought occurred to me that we wouldn't still be in the UK to finish it.  And I'm now buying 'normal' sized items such as ketchup or a box of washing machine tablets and knowing that we won't be here to finish them which is as good an indicator as any of the swift passage of time towards our departure date.

In the meantime we are hugely looking forward to a family wedding on 10th September and our last Saturday in UK.  It will be such a happy event and a lovely way to mark our last weekend here and as I love a good wedding I couldn't be more excited.  Then on Monday 12th our possessions are collected and start their journey to Mallorca and we leave on Wednesday 14th.....