10 reasons to go back to the UK

Career. Lattes. Ikea. Cadburys.Trains.Parks.Unlimited Internet.Theatres.Bookshops.NHS. Fresh Milk.

 

10 reasons to leave Seychelles

#1 It’s small

Sometimes its just not enough

#2 No sunday newspapers
#3 Daft/drunk drivers
#4 Need car to get anywhere after 7pm
#5 UHT milk
#6 Expensive
#7 Arts/Culture is something you read about
#8 Good customer service is something you dream about
#9 One man political opposition
# 10 It’s small

10 reasons to love Seychelles

#1 The sun shines a lot
#2 Fabulous beaches
#3 Translucent topaz ocean
#4 Refreshing lack of consumerism/brands
#5 Giant Tortoises
#6 Amazing views
#7 Great walks
#8 Laid back ambience
#9 No reality TV/media rubbish
#10 Punches above its weight for a small island

Not at all workshy

So why exactly have I finished work? For no other reason that I have to focus on what comes next because it’s a BIG move. The other one and I are returning to the UK!!!!

Fab, brilliant I might think if it wasn’t for the fact that it’s in a bloody double dip recession. I wouldn’t mind but one of the reasons we left in 2009 was because recession was looming and I foresaw see a tough path ahead for my career. And now its probably worse. Timing couldn’t be better.

So if anyone wants to provide me with gainful employment, please do.

Fly by…

Two weeks came and went in a flurry of finishing things off, and thankfully not too many new things to do. I hate leaving places of work, usually because someone gets the embarrassing task of having to come up with nice things to say about you and then you have to say nice things back and a general love fest is had by all, you leave, and never see anyone ever again. Me jaded, cynical, nah – ‘let go’ from my saturday job at WH Smith’s when I was 15 not scarred me for life at all.

We had a lunchtime farewell, organised by the Boss and his wife with scrummy food and some bubbles.I was actually very touched, but glad that I had two days left so it didn’t quite feel like I was leaving, and on my last day, it felt like any other because there was no big send off, which is how I liked it. Weird that I be wouldn’t be back in on Monday. But I’d get over it, I’d get a lie in.

Back to the old routine

It was my first day back in work. Apparently, they”d worked on as normal through the Tsunami warning, good old Brits soldering through. Amazingly, I remembered all my passwords, something of a miracle. I checked my 400 odd emails, caught up with people and then it was hometime. And only two more weeks left. Not bad eh?

How were we to know?

In all the drama, no-one had warned us about the cat. Probably, if we’d thought about it we should have known that she’d be groggy, given that she was put out for a bit (not put down as I kept saying by mistake, bit of a difference really) . The other one took her out of the cat box and she fell over. So commenced a night where in turns we laughed at, felt guilty, mollycoddled, babysat and doted on Minx as she lumbered about and fell over, poor thing. Still, we didn’t film it and put it on You Tube…being one small step away from animals do the funniest things, or whatever it’s called, and that’s a level I’m not willing to reach…