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Leaving on a Jet plane

Arrived really early At Heathrow with the girls so loads of time to spend with them taking daft pictures.  Well it stopped us crying and the ‘look up’ whenever the eyes fill up really works.

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A Last tinker on the ivories before leaving


The leaving….


And of course the free drinks in departure. ..

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and finally I got slightly overwhelmed just before boarding the plane a beautiful lady from the Jet Airways staff give me a hug.


Final full day in HoT

Today is my last day in Henley on Thames, infact last full day in the UK for sometime. I really want to write about my emotions but apart from crying occasionally because I’m so overwhelmed by leaving so many friends and especially my two main girls Rachel Lloyd and Sally King. They have been the most supportive friends you could ever wish for. Not once have they made me feel as if I shouldn’t be doing what I’m going to do.  Yes they probably think I’m bonkers, mad, or just downright stupid, I don’t know.  I only know that for friends they don’t come any better.


Not far behind are many many more. You know who you are and you’ve all become family.

I started writing this sitting in my empty house waiting to have the chimney swept.  The sun was blazing through the lounge window welcoming me to my new life, showing me the future really in bright.

I certainly have not had the final week in HoT like I’d planned.  Last Friday I started with the dreaded virus which seems to be knocking so many people out. I did manage to find a second wind for my leaving do at The Bell where Pam Myles had excelled her culinary prowess and made for everyone the best ever curry. Rob Hooton managed the numerous well wishers and encouraged them to give a donation rather than buy me a drink.  In the Bell over the last week you guys have raised over £110. Thank you so much.

I finally got out of bed on Tuesday and began to stress.  I hadn’t even started to pack not just the stuff to take with me but also the house.  Fortunately I have have a great friend who has moved me the last few times Rob Strutt of Galaxy Removals and he and his guys packed me away and took it all into storage.  My neighbour, yes the one who previously stood on my door step very aggressively shouting at me in a threatening manner, refused the evening before to move his builder’s truck and 4 wheel Audi from in front of my house. Even the next morning when we asked again he refused.  Somewhere in his heart he had a change and about 2 hours in he offered to make space. Even he has some goodness in him.

So after the day’s stresses had melted away I drifted to what had become my second home, The Bell. What a night.  I think the photos speak for themselves.

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This is my last blog from the UK and I really must go now and organise my packing.

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Panic’s set in

November.  ​I can’t believe how disorganised I have become, or maybe it’s because it’s my stuff and not paid ‘work’. In no particular order I have to empty my house, sell stuff I don’t want to put into storage, organise an agent to take over the letting and management, organise some certificates to let the house, do some decorating (obviously I won’t be physically doing it,) change the flooring in the bathroom, new carpets, decide where I go first on my adventure, research volunteer organisations, sort out visas, flights, flight dates, flight times, what will I take, what will I need to have access to from storage when I return, where will I store my jewellery, my private papers, how to use e.bay, price up everything to sell, oh why does everyone want to buy for next to nothing??? The list goes on and on. Actually my biggest emotional upset is where will I stay when I pop back to the UK and how do I stop living off my capital because I can’t sustain this life indefinitely.  Using capital has always made me feel insecure.

​I’ve got so stressed out that I started to have tight pains in my chest which circled round to my back. I knew it was stress but the doctor insisted on blood tests and an ECG. Results. …normal.  I started to use relaxation techniques and visualise the future and how my life was going to be. Now a heart problem has been eliminated I’m back to normal.

Actually since being made redundant I have slept better. Maybe because I don’t have to wake to an alarm; I don’t know.  I’m dreaming regularly and about past loves in my life especially my ex husband.  I was troubled initially but now think it’s just the residue of lost expectations of what might have been. I feel like I’m in a ​emerging from a ​mourning period for ​what might have been and this clearing is allowing me to make the move to the next chapter of my life.​