The end of (Pattaya) Days

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It’s been nine months since my last post, sufficient time for me to have impregnated a lucky lady (SWMBO of course), welcomed a baby into this appalling world, and regretted it. Common sense and a vasectomy sometime in the last century made than a non-viable option; so what I have been doing?

Not photography because I have decided that I have taken a photo of everything in a hundred kilometre radius at least twice. Not windsurfing (much) due to an absence of wind. Cut to the chase, not very much of anything at all apart from hanging out with my wife and drinking coffee in our cosy house.

Surely that’s enough at your advancing age, I hear you suggest.

And so it should be, I would be insane to disrupt my comfortable life. So of course I decided to disrupt my comfortable life.

Some of the things that have happened since my last post:

  • Sold our cosy house
  • Packed everything and moved to a rented house.
  • Had intruder in rented house.
  • Re-packed everything and moved to another rented house
  • Went to the UK and spent a month scouting locations to reside should we decide to move back.
  • Decided to move back and spent massive amounts of time and money applying for a settlement visa for she who must be obeyed.
  • Spent proportionately even more massive amounts of money arranging the necessary for the cat to come with us (blood tests in Belgium for example).
  • Sold a condo
  • Almost murdered staff in Bangkok Bank trying to export funds.
  • Fell in love with all the staff in Krungsri bank who made it easy.
  • Obtained a UK driving licence and bank account
  • Drank less coffee than usual with my wife

So here we are at the end of the year, and in 55 days we will be living in the UK, in a house we haven’t found yet, driving a car I haven’t bought yet, using funds not yet negotiated through the UK’s stringent anti- money laundering rules. No stress then.

Should the urge to write descend upon me again, then this whole process is awash with anger and frustration; ideal subject material. But a new name for this site may be required, unless I just stick “NOT” at the front of the title.

We will see. Meantime I would like to thank the outpouring of concern regarding my absence from this site by individually naming those who contacted me:

  • Clive
  • Nobody else, you uncaring fuckers.