‘So, here we go…! It’s on!’
The phrase that’s been swimming round inside my head for a while now.
But what I’m really thinking is:
‘Oh blimey… oh bollocks…’
I’m not too sure which phrase really suggests how I’m feeling. Both are pretty spot on.
This morning I’ve woken up to find that I’m now living in Portugal. I’ve bought a house. I’ve moved over here. I have Residency. I have a Portuguese bank account.
Am I here forever? Who knows! Who knows anything? Will Brexit happen? Who knows! But always best to plan ahead I think – well sort of, anyway…
I’ve sold my home in the UK, I’ve cut the strings, I’ve gone for it.
I’ve left family and friends behind. I’ve left Sue and the children behind – for a while at least. This is where head and heart diverge, so it’s really hard. But we both agree that sometimes you just have to go for it.
I have a bit of spare cash, and we have a dream that we’ll live in the sun one day… So here I am, trying to make it happen.
We both must be bloody mad… There’s so much to gain, yet so much to lose!
I’m bloody bricking it!
Getting off your arse in your mid-fifties, with no real plan and not enough money to survive on for the rest of your days… is that madness?
Oh yes! But who gives a toss? You have one life….
Tune in for the rollercoaster!
Oh blimey… oh bollocks….
“Blinking Flamingos! The musings of a middle-aged bloke living in the Eastern Algarve: one who has no idea what he’s doing…”