Over 40's Moving Back and Catching Up
May 24th 2014, 4:41 pm
#9947
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Re: Over 40's Moving Back and Catching Up
http://britishexpats.com/photopost/s...ry.php?cat=631
Mostly taken in Arizona and Utah.
May 24th 2014, 5:39 pm
#9948
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Re: Over 40's Moving Back and Catching Up
Couple of reasons why we are not able to enjoy it, its not our time yet we have to enjoy what we have. Always beauty in nature no matter were you live its just being able to see it.
May 24th 2014, 6:03 pm
#9949
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Re: Over 40's Moving Back and Catching Up
Or you could look here !
http://britishexpats.com/photopost/s...ry.php?cat=631
Mostly taken in Arizona and Utah.
http://britishexpats.com/photopost/s...ry.php?cat=631
Mostly taken in Arizona and Utah.
May 24th 2014, 6:52 pm
#9950
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Joined: Jan 2013
Location: Western Australia
Posts: 21,149
Re: Over 40's Moving Back and Catching Up
Hello everyone, after some encouragement from some of the regulars on this thread I'm just popping in to introduce myself. In preparation I've just read around 50 pages of this thread - so many different stories and what a nice group of people you are.
As my nic suggests, I'm married to a Liverpool lad (Bill), he's 65 this year and I'm 56. Bill, his wife and their 2 young boys moved to Australia in 1990. It was difficult for him to find work in Liverpool and he spent a lot of time in other parts of the UK, and abroad, where the work was. They decided to apply for an Oz permanent visa and made the trek over here.
Sadly, Bill's wife passed away some years ago. He loved her dearly and had taken a year off work to look after her when she became very ill. After his wife passed away Bill became a bit of a loner, rarely going out or mixing with people. A year later, he was invited (ordered!) by his good mate to pick himself up, dust himself off, and come to his son's 21st birthday party at a pub. At the last minute the venue was changed, and they ended up at a pub called the Queens.
That same day, there was an Aussie woman (me!) who was on leave from work, sitting in her newly rented apartment, having worked up the courage to leave a very unhappy 32 year marriage, 3 months prior. My life for those years was focused on providing for my kids as my ex-husband rarely worked. Socializing was rare as he didn't like going out and meeting people. Me going out with friends alone was out of the question - quite simply, I wasn't 'allowed' to.
On the day in question, I had a phone call from one of the very good friends I'd made at work. A lovely man, camp as a row of tents and so much fun to be with. He used to ring me up and say 'frock up darling, we're going dancing!' I resisted at first - 50 year old women don't 'frock up' and go dancing in nightclubs - do they? Well this woman eventually did, and she literally had the time of her life.
When I got his phone call on this day, he asked if I'd like to meet him at the Queens that evening for a drink. It'd only be a quick one he said, as he had to get up at some ungodly hour to train (swimming).
We met at the Queens, had a few pints, and then he said it was time to go, he'd drop me off home. Mouse me dug my heels in. I was having a lovely night, I was still getting used to being able to do what I liked, when I liked, and I was not going home! He tried to dissuade me but I had my stubborn hat off, so off he went.
Of course, that meant I was sitting alone. In a pub. Alone in a pub. Something I'd never done before. So I did the only sensible thing, and went and hid in the loo for half an hour.
Gave myself a talking to while I was in there, decided to be brave so went to the bar, got myself a drink and wandered outside to the beer garden. There was a group of young people, and a couple of older blokes, sitting around a big table and having a great time. To this day I still can't believe that I walked over to them, said I was on my own, and asked if I could join them.
Bill, of course, was one of the older blokes. And at the risk of sounding like a Mills and Boon novel, we fell in love. Just like that. He is the kindest, dearest person and was worth waiting 50 years for
We've been married 2 years now, have travelled a lot including several trips to Liverpool where I've met his family - I love them and thankfully they feel the same way about me. Bill always knew he'd go back home - he appreciates the opportunities that Australia has given him and the kids but it's not home. I love Liverpool too, the place and especially the people.
So! We're selling up and retiring to Liverpool. We've bought an off-plan apartment on the Mersey waterfront which is due for completion June 2015. We'd like to move then, but we have a 9 year old golden retriever that we don't think we could leave behind. He was Bill's dog but since I moved in he's decided that he's both of ours One of Bill's sons would happily have him - bit too hard to think about, we'll see how the land lies when the flat/development is finished.
Sorry about the essay! I get a bit carried away when I write. Anyway, that's us. Someone kindly suggested that it'd be useful to get the non-Brit member of a couple's views about moving back, settling into a new country etc. I'll certainly do that, and in shorter posts too
And will no doubt be asking questions and seeking opinions as well.
Cheers
As my nic suggests, I'm married to a Liverpool lad (Bill), he's 65 this year and I'm 56. Bill, his wife and their 2 young boys moved to Australia in 1990. It was difficult for him to find work in Liverpool and he spent a lot of time in other parts of the UK, and abroad, where the work was. They decided to apply for an Oz permanent visa and made the trek over here.
Sadly, Bill's wife passed away some years ago. He loved her dearly and had taken a year off work to look after her when she became very ill. After his wife passed away Bill became a bit of a loner, rarely going out or mixing with people. A year later, he was invited (ordered!) by his good mate to pick himself up, dust himself off, and come to his son's 21st birthday party at a pub. At the last minute the venue was changed, and they ended up at a pub called the Queens.
That same day, there was an Aussie woman (me!) who was on leave from work, sitting in her newly rented apartment, having worked up the courage to leave a very unhappy 32 year marriage, 3 months prior. My life for those years was focused on providing for my kids as my ex-husband rarely worked. Socializing was rare as he didn't like going out and meeting people. Me going out with friends alone was out of the question - quite simply, I wasn't 'allowed' to.
On the day in question, I had a phone call from one of the very good friends I'd made at work. A lovely man, camp as a row of tents and so much fun to be with. He used to ring me up and say 'frock up darling, we're going dancing!' I resisted at first - 50 year old women don't 'frock up' and go dancing in nightclubs - do they? Well this woman eventually did, and she literally had the time of her life.
When I got his phone call on this day, he asked if I'd like to meet him at the Queens that evening for a drink. It'd only be a quick one he said, as he had to get up at some ungodly hour to train (swimming).
We met at the Queens, had a few pints, and then he said it was time to go, he'd drop me off home. Mouse me dug my heels in. I was having a lovely night, I was still getting used to being able to do what I liked, when I liked, and I was not going home! He tried to dissuade me but I had my stubborn hat off, so off he went.
Of course, that meant I was sitting alone. In a pub. Alone in a pub. Something I'd never done before. So I did the only sensible thing, and went and hid in the loo for half an hour.
Gave myself a talking to while I was in there, decided to be brave so went to the bar, got myself a drink and wandered outside to the beer garden. There was a group of young people, and a couple of older blokes, sitting around a big table and having a great time. To this day I still can't believe that I walked over to them, said I was on my own, and asked if I could join them.
Bill, of course, was one of the older blokes. And at the risk of sounding like a Mills and Boon novel, we fell in love. Just like that. He is the kindest, dearest person and was worth waiting 50 years for
We've been married 2 years now, have travelled a lot including several trips to Liverpool where I've met his family - I love them and thankfully they feel the same way about me. Bill always knew he'd go back home - he appreciates the opportunities that Australia has given him and the kids but it's not home. I love Liverpool too, the place and especially the people.
So! We're selling up and retiring to Liverpool. We've bought an off-plan apartment on the Mersey waterfront which is due for completion June 2015. We'd like to move then, but we have a 9 year old golden retriever that we don't think we could leave behind. He was Bill's dog but since I moved in he's decided that he's both of ours
One of Bill's sons would happily have him - bit too hard to think about, we'll see how the land lies when the flat/development is finished.Sorry about the essay! I get a bit carried away when I write. Anyway, that's us. Someone kindly suggested that it'd be useful to get the non-Brit member of a couple's views about moving back, settling into a new country etc. I'll certainly do that, and in shorter posts too
And will no doubt be asking questions and seeking opinions as well.Cheers
May 24th 2014, 8:32 pm
#9951
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Re: Over 40's Moving Back and Catching Up
SOS, glad you finally joined us! Loved your story. OH and I also met in circumstances that can only be described as fate. Really gives you hope when things are rough - you never know what new and wonderful thing may come around the corner and give life that shine again
May 24th 2014, 8:43 pm
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Re: Over 40's Moving Back and Catching Up
Spouse of Scouse. What a great story. I am pleased that you found happiness with Bill. I have known a few Scousers over the years and I always enjoy their company. Love the sense of humour. I'm glad you have joined this thread and hope you will hang around with us. It goes a bit quiet, from time to time, but it is always nice when new people join as it helps to keep the thread alive for those making the big move "at a certain age"
May 24th 2014, 10:41 pm
#9953
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Re: Over 40's Moving Back and Catching Up
Hello everyone, after some encouragement from some of the regulars on this thread I'm just popping in to introduce myself. In preparation I've just read around 50 pages of this thread - so many different stories and what a nice group of people you are.
As my nic suggests, I'm married to a Liverpool lad (Bill), he's 65 this year and I'm 56. Bill, his wife and their 2 young boys moved to Australia in 1990. It was difficult for him to find work in Liverpool and he spent a lot of time in other parts of the UK, and abroad, where the work was. They decided to apply for an Oz permanent visa and made the trek over here.
Sadly, Bill's wife passed away some years ago. He loved her dearly and had taken a year off work to look after her when she became very ill. After his wife passed away Bill became a bit of a loner, rarely going out or mixing with people. A year later, he was invited (ordered!) by his good mate to pick himself up, dust himself off, and come to his son's 21st birthday party at a pub. At the last minute the venue was changed, and they ended up at a pub called the Queens.
That same day, there was an Aussie woman (me!) who was on leave from work, sitting in her newly rented apartment, having worked up the courage to leave a very unhappy 32 year marriage, 3 months prior. My life for those years was focused on providing for my kids as my ex-husband rarely worked. Socializing was rare as he didn't like going out and meeting people. Me going out with friends alone was out of the question - quite simply, I wasn't 'allowed' to.
On the day in question, I had a phone call from one of the very good friends I'd made at work. A lovely man, camp as a row of tents and so much fun to be with. He used to ring me up and say 'frock up darling, we're going dancing!' I resisted at first - 50 year old women don't 'frock up' and go dancing in nightclubs - do they? Well this woman eventually did, and she literally had the time of her life.
When I got his phone call on this day, he asked if I'd like to meet him at the Queens that evening for a drink. It'd only be a quick one he said, as he had to get up at some ungodly hour to train (swimming).
We met at the Queens, had a few pints, and then he said it was time to go, he'd drop me off home. Mouse me dug my heels in. I was having a lovely night, I was still getting used to being able to do what I liked, when I liked, and I was not going home! He tried to dissuade me but I had my stubborn hat off, so off he went.
Of course, that meant I was sitting alone. In a pub. Alone in a pub. Something I'd never done before. So I did the only sensible thing, and went and hid in the loo for half an hour.
Gave myself a talking to while I was in there, decided to be brave so went to the bar, got myself a drink and wandered outside to the beer garden. There was a group of young people, and a couple of older blokes, sitting around a big table and having a great time. To this day I still can't believe that I walked over to them, said I was on my own, and asked if I could join them.
Bill, of course, was one of the older blokes. And at the risk of sounding like a Mills and Boon novel, we fell in love. Just like that. He is the kindest, dearest person and was worth waiting 50 years for
We've been married 2 years now, have travelled a lot including several trips to Liverpool where I've met his family - I love them and thankfully they feel the same way about me. Bill always knew he'd go back home - he appreciates the opportunities that Australia has given him and the kids but it's not home. I love Liverpool too, the place and especially the people.
So! We're selling up and retiring to Liverpool. We've bought an off-plan apartment on the Mersey waterfront which is due for completion June 2015. We'd like to move then, but we have a 9 year old golden retriever that we don't think we could leave behind. He was Bill's dog but since I moved in he's decided that he's both of ours One of Bill's sons would happily have him - bit too hard to think about, we'll see how the land lies when the flat/development is finished.
Sorry about the essay! I get a bit carried away when I write. Anyway, that's us. Someone kindly suggested that it'd be useful to get the non-Brit member of a couple's views about moving back, settling into a new country etc. I'll certainly do that, and in shorter posts too And will no doubt be asking questions and seeking opinions as well.
Cheers
As my nic suggests, I'm married to a Liverpool lad (Bill), he's 65 this year and I'm 56. Bill, his wife and their 2 young boys moved to Australia in 1990. It was difficult for him to find work in Liverpool and he spent a lot of time in other parts of the UK, and abroad, where the work was. They decided to apply for an Oz permanent visa and made the trek over here.
Sadly, Bill's wife passed away some years ago. He loved her dearly and had taken a year off work to look after her when she became very ill. After his wife passed away Bill became a bit of a loner, rarely going out or mixing with people. A year later, he was invited (ordered!) by his good mate to pick himself up, dust himself off, and come to his son's 21st birthday party at a pub. At the last minute the venue was changed, and they ended up at a pub called the Queens.
That same day, there was an Aussie woman (me!) who was on leave from work, sitting in her newly rented apartment, having worked up the courage to leave a very unhappy 32 year marriage, 3 months prior. My life for those years was focused on providing for my kids as my ex-husband rarely worked. Socializing was rare as he didn't like going out and meeting people. Me going out with friends alone was out of the question - quite simply, I wasn't 'allowed' to.
On the day in question, I had a phone call from one of the very good friends I'd made at work. A lovely man, camp as a row of tents and so much fun to be with. He used to ring me up and say 'frock up darling, we're going dancing!' I resisted at first - 50 year old women don't 'frock up' and go dancing in nightclubs - do they? Well this woman eventually did, and she literally had the time of her life.
When I got his phone call on this day, he asked if I'd like to meet him at the Queens that evening for a drink. It'd only be a quick one he said, as he had to get up at some ungodly hour to train (swimming).
We met at the Queens, had a few pints, and then he said it was time to go, he'd drop me off home. Mouse me dug my heels in. I was having a lovely night, I was still getting used to being able to do what I liked, when I liked, and I was not going home! He tried to dissuade me but I had my stubborn hat off, so off he went.
Of course, that meant I was sitting alone. In a pub. Alone in a pub. Something I'd never done before. So I did the only sensible thing, and went and hid in the loo for half an hour.
Gave myself a talking to while I was in there, decided to be brave so went to the bar, got myself a drink and wandered outside to the beer garden. There was a group of young people, and a couple of older blokes, sitting around a big table and having a great time. To this day I still can't believe that I walked over to them, said I was on my own, and asked if I could join them.
Bill, of course, was one of the older blokes. And at the risk of sounding like a Mills and Boon novel, we fell in love. Just like that. He is the kindest, dearest person and was worth waiting 50 years for
We've been married 2 years now, have travelled a lot including several trips to Liverpool where I've met his family - I love them and thankfully they feel the same way about me. Bill always knew he'd go back home - he appreciates the opportunities that Australia has given him and the kids but it's not home. I love Liverpool too, the place and especially the people.
So! We're selling up and retiring to Liverpool. We've bought an off-plan apartment on the Mersey waterfront which is due for completion June 2015. We'd like to move then, but we have a 9 year old golden retriever that we don't think we could leave behind. He was Bill's dog but since I moved in he's decided that he's both of ours
One of Bill's sons would happily have him - bit too hard to think about, we'll see how the land lies when the flat/development is finished.Sorry about the essay! I get a bit carried away when I write. Anyway, that's us. Someone kindly suggested that it'd be useful to get the non-Brit member of a couple's views about moving back, settling into a new country etc. I'll certainly do that, and in shorter posts too
And will no doubt be asking questions and seeking opinions as well.Cheers
May 25th 2014, 7:12 am
#9954
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Re: Over 40's Moving Back and Catching Up
Hello everyone, after some encouragement from some of the regulars on this thread I'm just popping in to introduce myself. In preparation I've just read around 50 pages of this thread - so many different stories and what a nice group of people you are.
As my nic suggests, I'm married to a Liverpool lad (Bill), he's 65 this year and I'm 56. Bill, his wife and their 2 young boys moved to Australia in 1990. It was difficult for him to find work in Liverpool and he spent a lot of time in other parts of the UK, and abroad, where the work was. They decided to apply for an Oz permanent visa and made the trek over here.
Sadly, Bill's wife passed away some years ago. He loved her dearly and had taken a year off work to look after her when she became very ill. After his wife passed away Bill became a bit of a loner, rarely going out or mixing with people. A year later, he was invited (ordered!) by his good mate to pick himself up, dust himself off, and come to his son's 21st birthday party at a pub. At the last minute the venue was changed, and they ended up at a pub called the Queens.
That same day, there was an Aussie woman (me!) who was on leave from work, sitting in her newly rented apartment, having worked up the courage to leave a very unhappy 32 year marriage, 3 months prior. My life for those years was focused on providing for my kids as my ex-husband rarely worked. Socializing was rare as he didn't like going out and meeting people. Me going out with friends alone was out of the question - quite simply, I wasn't 'allowed' to.
On the day in question, I had a phone call from one of the very good friends I'd made at work. A lovely man, camp as a row of tents and so much fun to be with. He used to ring me up and say 'frock up darling, we're going dancing!' I resisted at first - 50 year old women don't 'frock up' and go dancing in nightclubs - do they? Well this woman eventually did, and she literally had the time of her life.
When I got his phone call on this day, he asked if I'd like to meet him at the Queens that evening for a drink. It'd only be a quick one he said, as he had to get up at some ungodly hour to train (swimming).
We met at the Queens, had a few pints, and then he said it was time to go, he'd drop me off home. Mouse me dug my heels in. I was having a lovely night, I was still getting used to being able to do what I liked, when I liked, and I was not going home! He tried to dissuade me but I had my stubborn hat off, so off he went.
Of course, that meant I was sitting alone. In a pub. Alone in a pub. Something I'd never done before. So I did the only sensible thing, and went and hid in the loo for half an hour.
Gave myself a talking to while I was in there, decided to be brave so went to the bar, got myself a drink and wandered outside to the beer garden. There was a group of young people, and a couple of older blokes, sitting around a big table and having a great time. To this day I still can't believe that I walked over to them, said I was on my own, and asked if I could join them.
Bill, of course, was one of the older blokes. And at the risk of sounding like a Mills and Boon novel, we fell in love. Just like that. He is the kindest, dearest person and was worth waiting 50 years for
We've been married 2 years now, have travelled a lot including several trips to Liverpool where I've met his family - I love them and thankfully they feel the same way about me. Bill always knew he'd go back home - he appreciates the opportunities that Australia has given him and the kids but it's not home. I love Liverpool too, the place and especially the people.
So! We're selling up and retiring to Liverpool. We've bought an off-plan apartment on the Mersey waterfront which is due for completion June 2015. We'd like to move then, but we have a 9 year old golden retriever that we don't think we could leave behind. He was Bill's dog but since I moved in he's decided that he's both of ours One of Bill's sons would happily have him - bit too hard to think about, we'll see how the land lies when the flat/development is finished.
Sorry about the essay! I get a bit carried away when I write. Anyway, that's us. Someone kindly suggested that it'd be useful to get the non-Brit member of a couple's views about moving back, settling into a new country etc. I'll certainly do that, and in shorter posts too And will no doubt be asking questions and seeking opinions as well.
Cheers
As my nic suggests, I'm married to a Liverpool lad (Bill), he's 65 this year and I'm 56. Bill, his wife and their 2 young boys moved to Australia in 1990. It was difficult for him to find work in Liverpool and he spent a lot of time in other parts of the UK, and abroad, where the work was. They decided to apply for an Oz permanent visa and made the trek over here.
Sadly, Bill's wife passed away some years ago. He loved her dearly and had taken a year off work to look after her when she became very ill. After his wife passed away Bill became a bit of a loner, rarely going out or mixing with people. A year later, he was invited (ordered!) by his good mate to pick himself up, dust himself off, and come to his son's 21st birthday party at a pub. At the last minute the venue was changed, and they ended up at a pub called the Queens.
That same day, there was an Aussie woman (me!) who was on leave from work, sitting in her newly rented apartment, having worked up the courage to leave a very unhappy 32 year marriage, 3 months prior. My life for those years was focused on providing for my kids as my ex-husband rarely worked. Socializing was rare as he didn't like going out and meeting people. Me going out with friends alone was out of the question - quite simply, I wasn't 'allowed' to.
On the day in question, I had a phone call from one of the very good friends I'd made at work. A lovely man, camp as a row of tents and so much fun to be with. He used to ring me up and say 'frock up darling, we're going dancing!' I resisted at first - 50 year old women don't 'frock up' and go dancing in nightclubs - do they? Well this woman eventually did, and she literally had the time of her life.
When I got his phone call on this day, he asked if I'd like to meet him at the Queens that evening for a drink. It'd only be a quick one he said, as he had to get up at some ungodly hour to train (swimming).
We met at the Queens, had a few pints, and then he said it was time to go, he'd drop me off home. Mouse me dug my heels in. I was having a lovely night, I was still getting used to being able to do what I liked, when I liked, and I was not going home! He tried to dissuade me but I had my stubborn hat off, so off he went.
Of course, that meant I was sitting alone. In a pub. Alone in a pub. Something I'd never done before. So I did the only sensible thing, and went and hid in the loo for half an hour.
Gave myself a talking to while I was in there, decided to be brave so went to the bar, got myself a drink and wandered outside to the beer garden. There was a group of young people, and a couple of older blokes, sitting around a big table and having a great time. To this day I still can't believe that I walked over to them, said I was on my own, and asked if I could join them.
Bill, of course, was one of the older blokes. And at the risk of sounding like a Mills and Boon novel, we fell in love. Just like that. He is the kindest, dearest person and was worth waiting 50 years for
We've been married 2 years now, have travelled a lot including several trips to Liverpool where I've met his family - I love them and thankfully they feel the same way about me. Bill always knew he'd go back home - he appreciates the opportunities that Australia has given him and the kids but it's not home. I love Liverpool too, the place and especially the people.
So! We're selling up and retiring to Liverpool. We've bought an off-plan apartment on the Mersey waterfront which is due for completion June 2015. We'd like to move then, but we have a 9 year old golden retriever that we don't think we could leave behind. He was Bill's dog but since I moved in he's decided that he's both of ours
One of Bill's sons would happily have him - bit too hard to think about, we'll see how the land lies when the flat/development is finished.Sorry about the essay! I get a bit carried away when I write. Anyway, that's us. Someone kindly suggested that it'd be useful to get the non-Brit member of a couple's views about moving back, settling into a new country etc. I'll certainly do that, and in shorter posts too
And will no doubt be asking questions and seeking opinions as well.Cheers
Why not take your dog?
I hope the UK treats you well when the time comes, again welcome to the thread.
May 25th 2014, 7:46 am
#9955
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Re: Over 40's Moving Back and Catching Up
That's a lovely story Spouse, you and Bill sound really happy. Isn't it amazing how a simple every day action can have such a profound effect on your life! So glad you plucked up the courage to come out of the loo when you did.
May 25th 2014, 9:44 am
#9956
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Re: Over 40's Moving Back and Catching Up
spouse of scouse,
WOW what an introduction!!!! and a great post, thats the kind of post we love on here, a true story about a little of your life,
A great big welcome to you and hubby, and I hope your lives in England will turn out to be very happy for you both,
Anyway keep those posts coming!!!!
Take care,
Rodney.
WOW what an introduction!!!! and a great post, thats the kind of post we love on here, a true story about a little of your life,
A great big welcome to you and hubby, and I hope your lives in England will turn out to be very happy for you both,
Anyway keep those posts coming!!!!
Take care,
Rodney.
May 25th 2014, 11:30 am
#9957
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Joined: Jan 2013
Location: Western Australia
Posts: 21,149
Re: Over 40's Moving Back and Catching Up
Thanks so much for the lovely welcome everyone Places like this are gold, aren't they? I'm fairly active on the Oz forum, not that I'm particularly useful! I mainly just try to give new arrivals, and those going home, a bit of advice about Oz stuff.
Fish and Chips, I'm probably going to sound silly but I don't think Murphy (dog/friend) would be able to handle the long haul flights. As uncommon as it is for the breed, he's always been terrified of traveling in cars, and that's with one of us with him to (trying to) reassure him. Trips to the vet, even when he's not sick and just going for immunization shots, are such an ordeal for him. He trembles violently and froths at the mouth. We used to get a vet that did home visits but then a vet opened closer to us, so we walk him there now. It takes about half an hour each way so our vet always gives us the earliest appointment in summer, and we take water so he can have a drink on the way.
I hope everyone's had a bit of sunshine today (literal and metaphorical) The looong, hot WA summer has finally given up the ghost and we're getting chilly nights and cool days. And rain, blessed rain! Water is more precious than gold here.
Places like this are gold, aren't they? I'm fairly active on the Oz forum, not that I'm particularly useful! I mainly just try to give new arrivals, and those going home, a bit of advice about Oz stuff.Fish and Chips, I'm probably going to sound silly but I don't think Murphy (dog/friend) would be able to handle the long haul flights. As uncommon as it is for the breed, he's always been terrified of traveling in cars, and that's with one of us with him to (trying to) reassure him. Trips to the vet, even when he's not sick and just going for immunization shots, are such an ordeal for him. He trembles violently and froths at the mouth. We used to get a vet that did home visits but then a vet opened closer to us, so we walk him there now. It takes about half an hour each way so our vet always gives us the earliest appointment in summer, and we take water so he can have a drink on the way.
I hope everyone's had a bit of sunshine today (literal and metaphorical)
The looong, hot WA summer has finally given up the ghost and we're getting chilly nights and cool days. And rain, blessed rain! Water is more precious than gold here.
May 25th 2014, 12:02 pm
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Location: Back home now in my home town in England U.K. after 36 years in U.S. now retired and loving it,
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Re: Over 40's Moving Back and Catching Up
On the pay check thing, I used to love those little brown envelopes with the money in, when I left school at 15 in 1960 my pay was £2.10s in envelope I got two one pound notes and a 10 shilling note, and the next year I got a raise of one shilling and sixpence and so there was a little silver in there too,
The last time I worked in UK was 1974 that was the year I started my life in USA
and we still got paid in cash in envelope,
Everyone remember I had to cancel my flight to Texas cause my 95 year old Mum had another fall at home after her accident playing bowls, so I ddidn'tthink it a good Idea to leave, so I have no plans at moment to reschedule my trip, not this year though!!!!
Im amazed at how many pages I had to go back to catch up with all the posts, it took a lot of reading, reminds me of the old days in 2009 when I joined this thread
And so many new posters breathing life into this thread ------- to all of you please keep breathing
Take care,
Rodney.
May 25th 2014, 2:06 pm
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Re: Over 40's Moving Back and Catching Up
Thanks so much for the lovely welcome everyone Places like this are gold, aren't they? I'm fairly active on the Oz forum, not that I'm particularly useful! I mainly just try to give new arrivals, and those going home, a bit of advice about Oz stuff.
Fish and Chips, I'm probably going to sound silly but I don't think Murphy (dog/friend) would be able to handle the long haul flights. As uncommon as it is for the breed, he's always been terrified of traveling in cars, and that's with one of us with him to (trying to) reassure him. Trips to the vet, even when he's not sick and just going for immunization shots, are such an ordeal for him. He trembles violently and froths at the mouth. We used to get a vet that did home visits but then a vet opened closer to us, so we walk him there now. It takes about half an hour each way so our vet always gives us the earliest appointment in summer, and we take water so he can have a drink on the way.
I hope everyone's had a bit of sunshine today (literal and metaphorical) The looong, hot WA summer has finally given up the ghost and we're getting chilly nights and cool days. And rain, blessed rain! Water is more precious than gold here.
Places like this are gold, aren't they? I'm fairly active on the Oz forum, not that I'm particularly useful! I mainly just try to give new arrivals, and those going home, a bit of advice about Oz stuff.Fish and Chips, I'm probably going to sound silly but I don't think Murphy (dog/friend) would be able to handle the long haul flights. As uncommon as it is for the breed, he's always been terrified of traveling in cars, and that's with one of us with him to (trying to) reassure him. Trips to the vet, even when he's not sick and just going for immunization shots, are such an ordeal for him. He trembles violently and froths at the mouth. We used to get a vet that did home visits but then a vet opened closer to us, so we walk him there now. It takes about half an hour each way so our vet always gives us the earliest appointment in summer, and we take water so he can have a drink on the way.
I hope everyone's had a bit of sunshine today (literal and metaphorical)
The looong, hot WA summer has finally given up the ghost and we're getting chilly nights and cool days. And rain, blessed rain! Water is more precious than gold here.Love your story and the way you told it!
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May 25th 2014, 2:12 pm
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Location: Beautiful Dorset, UK
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Re: Over 40's Moving Back and Catching Up
From my experience of the way my dog is both when she goes off on holiday and when she comes back, along with how the dogs are that come to us on holiday (perfectly relaxed and happy - never yet seen one come anything close to 'pining') I actually would have no qualms about re-homing a dog (with a suitable family) if that was necessary.
But - each to their own - no right or wrong thing to do
