Mobi-Babble – 20th December 2017.
Another year is drawing to a close and in the past 12 months, much has happened in the life and times of Mobi.
This time last year, the very notion of moving permanently back to the UK was a very long way from my mind. But as my financial situation continued to deteriorate, along with my health, it became apparent in early 2017 that if I didn’t take some drastic action, there would soon come a time when I could no longer pay my bills. Even worse, I might have been struck down with a death-threatening medical ailment with no money to pay the increasingly avaricious Thai hospitals.
I looked around me and saw a number of expats of around my age who were slowly dying, (or had already died), due to lack of funds to pay for proper medical care. I had no desire to become a statistic in the annual embassy death count.
So the die was cast and last April I took the one-way flight to my daughter’s home in Oakham and my life soon changed in a very big way. It was definitely the right decision as since I have been back here I have been beset by a number of medical emergencies – from being unable to breathe due to the onset of COPD, to a hole in my bowel requiring hospitalisation, and much more besides.
So I have settled quite well into my new life; I successfully got my state pension upgraded (it had been frozen for 6 years), had my driving licence reinstated, bought a little Peugeot 206 to get around. In October, I finally submitted the visa applications to get my wife and daughter into England. At the time of writing, we are counting the days until the applications are approved – any day now… we hope…
For many years, it seemed that my brother and sister would be the only siblings in my family with grandchildren, but in 2014 my youngest daughter gave birth to a lovely little boy, who last week celebrated his third birthday.
Now all of a sudden I am about to become a grandfather for the second AND THIRD time. My youngest is expecting a second baby – a daughter – in February, and suddenly out of the blue, my eldest announced that she is expecting a baby (sex as yet unknown) in June 2018.
So one way or another it’s been quite an eventful year, including the amazing discovery of my long lost family (see below). I have no doubt that 2018 will be every bit as exciting when dear Lek and Song join me and we set up a new home together in the heart of Blighty, and I eagerly await the birth of two more grandchildren.
So may I wish all my valued readers the very best of Christmases, and may 2018 bring you good health, wealth and happiness.
And it’s a goodbye to Mobi’s Movie Reviews
Through the years I have written 86 movie reviews on IMDb, which can all be read in full by clicking on the link on the right-hand sidebar of this blog.
I have quite enjoyed writing these reviews – if I didn’t, I wouldn’t have bothered – but I have come to the conclusion that very few people ever read them and even fewer comment on them. So it is with regret that earlier this year I concluded that whatever writing talents I possess would be put to better use writing something that perhaps will be more widely read…
One of the last movies I reviewed was “La La Land“. I gave La La a …
My long lost family, or “Who do I think I am” – part 2.
Here it is… Part 2 of my story about how, at the grand old age of 71, I discovered I had a whole new family.
As I recounted in my last blog, it was in 1968 at the age of 22 that I discovered that my father was not a Canadian (as he had always claimed) but was born in Zhitomir, (which was then part of Russia), in 1900 and was brought to England in 1902.
Even stranger was the fact that he was still an alien in a land he had lived in for most of his life. The documents I had found in his bedroom in 1968 indicated that he was all but deported in the 1950s.
There was no way I was going to interrogate my bully of a father on his past life, so I tried to put it all to the back of my mind and carried on with my own crazy life. I did indeed emigrate to Montreal, via the USA, and after a series of adventures and a broken heart, within a year I found myself in the midst of a civil war in Nigeria. Certainly, there was no time to ruminate on pater’s antecedents.
Some ‘Festive’ pics from Thailand
Here’s a few more pics of my family in Nong Khai, Thailand, where the temperatures have suddenly plummeted to around 13° C – well below their normal 33° + +heat. It should be a good acclimatization exercise for their imminent departure to freezing Blighty.