For various reasons I am now back in blighty, actually Barry Wales. I posted on Facebook
I am trying to work out what I do next. It is a toss up between retirement and doing some thing (studying, volunteering, online work). I sort of want to do stuff but I am very conscious of the limitations of my body.
I have been exploring Barry a bit and just along the road is the Dock Office which is a calendar building. The blurb about it says "The
Dock Offices at Barry cost £59,000 to build. Constructed of red brick
and Portland stone, a clock tower was added at an additional cost of
£6,000. It has a ‘theme’ of the calendar. There are four floors – the
seasons of the year; seven lights in the traceried fanlight window – days of the week. The porch has twelve panels – months of the year.
Within the building are 52 marble fireplaces – weeks of the year. The windows number 365 days, one for each day of the year. Each window has four panes of glass – weeks to a month. In the east and west walls of the entrance hall are two circular windows – Sun and Moon. The staircase, made of Portland stone, has 31 steps (days of the month) from ground to first and second floors and has an ornamental ironwork balustrade with circular foliage and fruit trails."
Somebody commented that these used to be a big thing and according to Wiki there are others Calendar_house
Seem like everywhere has history if you look
Back to me I have got a Blue Badge, freedom and have ordered a radar key for the toilets. Now in the UK there are certain advantages in being cripple. I have also been connecting to people from my past. Old friends and work colleagues and been lucky enough to have them visit. We have been remembering Gaynor Roberts, such a good friend, died back in the mid 80's I think 1987 when I was in the cult. I wasn't allowed to go to her funeral but Julia did. Gaynor came from Barry
And got the most incredible comments from people. It was like reading your own obituary.Well it looks like I am staying in the UK, I must admit I am enjoying it much more than I expected. I can get out and about so much more easily. The doctor has pointed out the improvements in my health and well being and I am still waiting for referrals, hearing, back, etc.. Her professional opinion is I should stay in the UK both to get all these referrals sorted (back being the prime one) and because my health will deteriorate again if I return to Luxor. Add to that the nagging of my daughter, God, children are a pain. So I am going to stay
Mahmoud and I haven’t been a couple since 2014, just business partners (his decision not mine sadly) so that is not an issue. He is running the business no problems. Reviews since I left have been excellent
I had a brilliant time in Egypt, saw loads and loads of things I never expected. Made a success of my life there (the business, books, my blog, disabled access) but everything comes to an end. With decreasing mobility and poor health I have got to make that a priority.
Onwards and upwards to the next challenge.
I am trying to work out what I do next. It is a toss up between retirement and doing some thing (studying, volunteering, online work). I sort of want to do stuff but I am very conscious of the limitations of my body.
Within the building are 52 marble fireplaces – weeks of the year. The windows number 365 days, one for each day of the year. Each window has four panes of glass – weeks to a month. In the east and west walls of the entrance hall are two circular windows – Sun and Moon. The staircase, made of Portland stone, has 31 steps (days of the month) from ground to first and second floors and has an ornamental ironwork balustrade with circular foliage and fruit trails."
Somebody commented that these used to be a big thing and according to Wiki there are others Calendar_house
Seem like everywhere has history if you look
Back to me I have got a Blue Badge, freedom and have ordered a radar key for the toilets. Now in the UK there are certain advantages in being cripple. I have also been connecting to people from my past. Old friends and work colleagues and been lucky enough to have them visit. We have been remembering Gaynor Roberts, such a good friend, died back in the mid 80's I think 1987 when I was in the cult. I wasn't allowed to go to her funeral but Julia did. Gaynor came from Barry
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