All posts filed under: Gibraltar

The first of us to leave…

Scholastica, Niamh, and Richard are all set for the beginning of their great adventure. They are going just across the border to La Línea de la Concepción to begin their chauffeur-driven journey to Caergybi. They have no need of quarantine as they have their nice Gibraltarian EU pet passports. They are the equivalent of the Red ID card! We will retrieve them from there on Tuesday. And then we all will go and welcome them to their new abode in Dublin. Dublin? Oh, did I forget to announce that? Yes. Andrew and I have enjoyed our time in Gibraltar, but he has got a new job in the Irish capital, working with another technology company, also as a technical writer… so we are moving there effective Monday afternoon. So, I am sure there will be a whole new set of posts about negotiating the Irish system of healthcare. I have a couple of posts to put up about Gibraltar when I leave. But in the midst of all the moving… there is simply not time.

Getting back to behind the camera

I have been conked out due to shingles for many weeks, and it is only in the past week that I have stopped taking the anti-depressant tablets that actually helped to numb the pain. But whilst I had been stuck in the house, I started to sort out my computer and catch up on emails and so on. I attempted to sign into the website of the Royal Photographic Society, which I had joined back in March. I had not received any welcome pack, so I emailed them. It seems that there was a problem with their website and it had timed out whilst processing my application, so they have started my membership from this month and made it for a year. The pack arrived this week and I have been enjoying reading the Journal. I have created a first Gallery on the RPS website entitled Northern Irish scenes. I have neglected my photography since I got to Gibraltar, but I intend to start taking more photos again. There are so many features on my camera which …

An hour outside…

Today, I made it outside. After nearly a week of being indoors, I decided that the visit of Andrew’s old friend from irc, Craig, was a reason to get up and head out. I made it down to Casemates Square where Andrew and I had some breakfast in Café Modelo. Met up with Craig and his friend Noah, and then started to walk back up Main Street towards our house. As we got closer, it became clear to me that I would not make it to the cable car as I had been hoping. Rest is still required.

Weight back to normal :) #teambounce 12-8-6

As many readers will know my weight seemed like it was never going to stop going up, and up, and up. The last time that I weighed myself I knew that it was bad, and it was about 100kg. When I arrived in Gibraltar I had had to buy new pairs of trousers and my suit jacket didn’t do up. In recent weeks, the pairs of trousers that have been bought here are now too big, and the suit jacket does button up. This morning I was at the Primary Care Centre as I had hæmaturia yesterday which was both rather worrying and rather painful. But, I had a sample bottle on hand, took a sample and then arranged an emergency appointment for this morning. Incidentally, for everyone in the UK who thinks that they have it bad, it can be an hour’s hold on the phone to get the appointment, and today the appointment itself was an hour late as well… but it is the government-run health service, and I really don’t want to have to …

And then there were five!

It’s been three great years since Andrew and I got married. Where does the time go to? Those of our friends who visited us in East Belfast will know that we have had a lot of ‘children’ of the Build-a-Bear variety. Having moved to the Rock we found ourselves in accommodation that did not prevent us having pets. So, yesterday evening after seeing them on the previous evening, we brought home three cats. They have been exploring the flat ever since. We have named them: Scholastica – the mother cat who is a beautiful white one Niamh – Scholastica’s daughter who shares her mother’s white hue Richard – an adopted son of Scholastica who had been an orphan and the vets tried to see if Scholastica would take to him. She did. Having seen how well the three of them were getting on together in the vets, we couldn’t have parted them. So Scholastica will now grow up with her two kittens and we hope that we will have them for ever. Andrew grew up …