Dalyan – 5th to 7th September

It was a busy day in my world on Thursday 5th September. My sister and her husband were arriving tomorrow so I had to make sure that my parents’ place was ready for them. I only had a biscuit for breakfast as I had to go to meet the cleaner at my parents’ apartment. There is only 1 key so I said I would meet her back there at noon
I had a morning in Ortaca where I first went to the council office to identify which property I actually lived in on their maps and get an address certificate, then I paid the council tax up to date at a cost of 2426.20 lira (£54.16) to bring everything up to date in order to proceed with my residency renewal application. The next job was to call to see the insurance broker where I got myself a new annual policy for 1,924.20 lira (£42.95) but was very basic cover and probably doesn’t really cover anything but accident and emergency.
Back in Dalyan, I walked over to my parents’ trying to get there in time to pick up the key. It was hot and I hadn’t put any sun-cream on as it was packed. As I arrived at 11.59am I saw the cleaner riding away on her motorbike. I left my bags, including wine and stuff for the fridge, outside the door and walked to King Emlak to retrieve the keys. Once there, I had a bit of a chat with Leanne, picked up the keys and walked back, a sweaty mess.
I stayed there for a glass of water and a pot noodle then had a call with my boss. Things weren’t very good for him as his son was in hospital in Hanoi, and it was quite serious.
I warmed up a mystery defrosted dinner and added some pasta to it for my dinner. Tomorrow I was going to enjoy a leisurely day before my sister and brother-in-law arrived.

It was a long day on Friday 6th September. My sister, Gayle, and her husband, Neil, were going to be arriving at Dalaman airport at 10pm tonight so I was making sure everything was ready for their arrival. My Mom had given them a spare key for the apartment but she wasn’t sure if it worked as it was a newly cut one that had not been tried yet. I had the other key so it had been arranged that I would be at the apartment when they arrived tonight. I started the day with tea and toast while reading the news that a typhoon was about to hit North Vietnam. Captain Cavemen was currently in Sapa but was due to travel to Hanoi very soon. He called me while he was out walking with our friends and didn’t seem unduly worried about the weather at that point. I got on with as much work as I could and tried not to worry about the weather in Vietnam. I just had a cheese and crisp sandwich for lunch. I had a break from work and popped over to check the elusive gardener at Captain Caveman’s apartment, it was impossible to tell if he’d done anything and it still looked uncared for, in my opinion. Then I popped to Captainnet to sort out my parents’ internet and extend it for the month. This cost 675 lira (£15.13) for the top plan, as my Mom would be organising for the TV Firestick to be put on for Neil. I bumped in to Drew who was at Mono & More with Pete & Carol so I stopped for a pot of green tea. It was very hot today and I was all of a fluster so it was nice to sit and have a quick catch up. The tea was really good and only 60 lira (£1.35).
I also called at the bank to transfer the rest of the required amount in to my Turkish account, this then meant that I could get the print out of my account to show the deposits for the last 8 months, including this month. On the way back, I noticed that there was a new clinic in town, next door to Şok supermarket in the old market square, where they displayed information and access to a private ambulance, as well as various cosmetic procedures like mammoplasty, gastric sleeve, hair transplant, liposuction, botox and filling. I said hello to Lou Colson who was working there now, as the receptionist, so she was the first point of contact to book appointments for these sorts of procedures which were very popular in Turkey now.
The rest of the afternoon was spent working and then I went over to my parents’ apartment to make sure everything was ready for the new arrivals. Luckily I had my laptop and something to eat at the ready so that I wasn’t sat about doing nothing. I warmed up a chicken casserole for dinner and opened a bottle of rose wine while I tracked their flight. Unfortunately, they were delayed but when they arrived they were very excited to be in Dalyan. We opened a bottle of fizz that I’d had chilling and Neil had a beer in an iced glass. Gayle is coeliac so I’d got some rice crackers with prawn, pork and spring onion (Banh Ep, from Vietnam) for her to nibble on. It was 1.30am when I got to bed and I was quite tired so I didn’t take long to fall asleep.

When I woke up on Saturday 7th September, I checked the news to see that Hanoi had most certainly been hit by typhoon Yagi and it looked pretty horrendous in parts of the capital city. Captain Caveman was safely in Sapa but was going to head to Hanoi today. I was concerned and said he shouldn’t travel but stay where he was until the storm had passed. He thought it better to get out while he still had the chance. I got on with lots of work and decided, while my boss was caring for his sick son in a typhoon, I would make the most of finding new sales opportunities from Facebook and news articles where Travel Agents were posting about the weather conditions.

I’d mentioned going to the Saturday market with Gayle & Neil but they couldn’t be bothered so I went much later than usual and it was unbearably hot with a full rucksack. I got some bargains, here’s what I bought and the prices in lira;

Saturday Market
Mushrooms, Grapes & 3 peaches 85.00
4 onions 5.00
3 red & 3 green peppers 15.00
Plums 30.00
4 Apples 30.00
16 fresh figs 100.00
Total spent 265.00 lira (£5.94)

On the way back I also called at the shop for other essentials;

BIM Supermarket
1.5l Water 6.50
2 soda water 12.00
3 tins sweetcorn 61.75
Total spent 80.25 lira (£1.80)

I still needed more and had to drop the stuff off then go back to the supermarket. I decided to treat myself to more water and some juice as I was super thirsty. I was surprised to see the difference in the price of a bottle of water between Migros and BIM, though.

Migros Supermarket
1.5l Water 25.25
Croissant 27.95
Milk 28.25
Washing up Liquid 33.95
Cherry and Apple juice 49.95
Total spent 165.35 lira (£3.71)

I had juice and a croissant for breakfast which was not Slimming World friendly and then another cheese sandwich for lunch. I worked for the rest of the afternoon and the AC from the bedroom cooled the dining area enough too.
Captain Caveman arrived during the eye of the storm and managed to get to his hotel unscathed, but the damage in a lot of Hanoi was bad. I had a quiet Saturday night in and had figs, plums and grapes while cooking a really good mushroom risotto for dinner. I had an early night, while Hanoi got hit by the worst storm that they had encountered since 1964.

Photo credit – Vietnam photos taken from various sources/new articles.

Dalyan – 27th & 28th August

It was a bit of an admin day on Tuesday 27th August. I put the rest of the money to make sure I had deposited enough in to my Turkish bank account for residency purposes. I asked the Health insurer for my renewal premium and I had a response from Nationwide about my complaint to the CEO, it was still ongoing. For breakfast I had overnight oats with berries, peach and grapes. Lunch was cheese spread on wholemeal toast and some strawberries. I managed to catch up on some work and not spend any money or drink any alcohol so I was pleased with that.
Dinner was a chicken and chickpea curry with steamed rice although I was missing my rice cooker. Before bed, I totted up my syns and the weekly total was only 102 – under target for the first time in months!!!
I had gone 1 whole week without a drop of alcohol and was very proud of myself. If I had not lost any weight when I got on Carol’s scales tomorrow, I would be very upset.

Before I’d even eaten breakfast on Wednesday 28th August, Captain Caveman was on a video call to me from Victory Road Villas. He was back from Dong Hoi and had a good time catching up with some friends to start saying his goodbyes as he prepared to leave Vietnam. Veronika was there with her husband so I got to speak to her briefly and we hoped we would be catching up somewhere in the world soon.
After the call, I took my measurements and found that I had put 1cm on my bust but I had lost 2cm from both my waist and hips, which was good. I was looking forward to getting to Fat Club at 3pm so that I could check if I had lost the weight I was hoping to have. I checked my emails to find I’d had a reply from the insurance broker who had increased my premium from 1,900 lira (£44) per annum to almost 50,000 lira (£1,163) which was completely ludicrous. I wrote back to challenge it and was told, that is how much I have to pay as a foreigner if I want to keep my policy. I wrote on the To Do list to find another provider which would insure me on continuous terms.
I just had fruit and a Yorkshire tea for breakfast and got on with a couple of hours of work. At 12.30pm friends came to pick me up as we were off to the prison for lunch. The prison is not far from Dalaman airport and has a café, a restaurant and a shop. One of the ladies hadn’t before so it was a bit of a treat but I needed to be back for 2pm, ideally for work, but definitely by 3pm for Fat Club.
I ordered chicken soup, we all had a soft drink as, with it being a Turkish establishment, they didn’t sell alcohol. I wanted to order the half chicken for main as I had to get weighed but they didn’t have any chicken dishes left. I had to opt for a pide but I decided to take most of it away so that I didn’t weigh too heavy. When it came, it was huge and I only managed 3 pieces of it before it was time to go.
Here are the prices, in lira, of some of the items (including mine);

Water 10.00
Soda Water 10.00
Mezes 25.00
Diet coke 30.00
Chicken Soup with bread 50.00
Lahmacun 60.00
Half a chicken 90.00
Pide with sucuk 160.00

My 2 soda waters, soup and a pide came to a very reasonable 230 lira (£5.35) and I paid 250 lira (£5.81) to include a tip. It was already 2.05pm when my pide came so I would be going straight to Fat Club. I had no internet to be able to let anyone know, should I be late. After a browse round the shop where my friend bought a necklace, we were ready for off. It was already 3.45pm as we got to town and I had to rush in to Fat Club, pide in hand. I had made it only 6 minutes before the meeting finished. To my delight I had lost 1.45kg (2.9lb) and I was happy with that. I still had and paid for the 25 lira (58p) water, so not to be cheeky and then went straight home.
That evening, I joined Jamie on the dog walk and we met Ann & Stuart and their family at Ela’s Kitchen. I was determined to continue to not drink alcohol for the rest of the month so I just had a big water for 60 lira (£1.40) which Jamie paid for. The 5-7pm happy hour offers did look good though, for future reference. We found an escaped dog, which the taxi driver owner came to collect, and the grandchildren got a stuffed cat as a gift – that would certainly surprise them when they woke up. Meanwhile in the UK, Oasis (the band) were performing a comeback tour and lots of people I knew on Facebook were about to pay a fortune to see them or be disappointed they couldn’t get tickets.
Back home, I finished off the pide and ended up taking the rest of the sucuk off it, to reduce the amount of syns and so that I didn’t eat as much processed food. I was trying my best to lose the weight I had put back on in England.

Dalyan – 13th & 14th August

By 9.30am on Tuesday 13th August I was in the supermarket getting some essentials, having been to the bank to deposit more cash. Here’s what I bought with the prices in lira;

Migros Supermarket
3 onions 4.48
Fresh bread 10.00
Pasta 10.75
Milk 28.25
Chickpeas/beans 31.90
Tinned Tomatoes 40.95
Carrots 49.67
Cheese spread 54.00
400g Mushrooms 59.95
Total spent 289.95 lira (£6.77)

Having read some Facebook posts about how expensive everything was in Turkey now, I was pleasantly surprised to have got a bag of shopping for less than £7 and was definitely not seeing a massive increase, yet. For breakfast I had some fresh bread with cheese spread and a cup of Yorkshire tea and then for lunch I had a cheese sandwich without butter. I was going to put a wash on as I realised Ma & Pa had a washing basket of stuff that could do with putting in the machine and I had quite a bit to do too. I popped to the A101 shop and bought 1.5kg of washing powder which was on offer at 62.75 lira (£1.47) which was pretty cheap. I spent the rest of the afternoon unpacking and washing, then I popped round to Jamie’s to pick up my cases. I met the nephews who were very polite young men as well as having a quick catch up with Jamie and Drew. Of course, I got to have some love with the dogs, Norman and Edna, who seemed happy to see me and Edna wanted to know if I’d got any wine!
Back home I made a simple mushroom and tomato pasta, using a bit of pasta water and a cheese spread triangle for the sauce. It was Fat Club weigh in tomorrow, after several weeks in England, and I knew it was going to be bad so I ate some cheese and crackers before bed. My total syns for the week were 393 so I really needed to get back to the Slimming World plan in an effort to shift some of the weight I had so clearly put back on.

At 8.30am on Wednesday 14th August I was at the bank putting in the rest of the lira required in my Turkish bank account to maintain my residency. It had taken a bit of effort but I’d managed and had a little bit at the ready for next month. By 9am I was in the supermarket again getting more shopping now that I’d had time to plan a bit, for what I would need. Here’s what I bought with prices in lira;

Migros Supermarket
Potatoes 5.58
Red cabbage 27.53
2 tomato puree 31.90
1 tin chopped tomatoes 40.95
Sweet potatoes 41.86
2 Quark 59.90
Chicken thighs 121.97
Chicken breasts 148.54
Spray olive oil 149.90
Total spent 628.13 lira (£14.68)

There was a definite increase in the price of meat and Quark since I’d last been here but it was still very cheap in comparison to the UK. I called round to see Sonuç, of Dalyan Airport Transfers, to pay him for my taxi which was £30 but I gave him 1300 lira.
Back home, I did my measurements to find I had lost 3cm from my bust, my waist had stayed the same and I had put 2cm on my hips. I had Yorkshire tea and some chocolate for breakfast, which wasn’t ideal, then cracked on with some work. Today marked 2 months of working for this employer which meant it would be pay day tomorrow. It would be given to Captain Caveman, so I still didn’t physically have it and I had to be ultra-careful with money until he arrived in October.
At 3pm, I was at Fat Club to face Carol’s new scales and a funky new app that tells you lots of information about your body. I had put on 1.6kg (3.5lbs) in the last week but 4kg (9lbs) since I was last at Fat Club 6 weeks ago. I had a small water which now cost 25 lira (58p) and a good natter with the girls who were all looking fabulous and had lost more weight while I had been in England.
After Fat Club, and feeling motivated to get back on the wagon, at least until the weekend, I called in to the supermarket again for some fruit. Here’s what I got, prices in lira;

Migros Supermarket
Plums 20.55
Nectarines 32.07
Curry powder 39.95
Oats 47.95
Frozen berries 99.95
Total spent 240.47 lira (£5.62)

For my very late lunch I had more mushroom pasta followed by nectarines with Quark then got back to work, but not before throwing a few ingredients in to the slow cooker for a chicken casserole.
After work, I ate some crackers and cheese spread while I waited for the casserole to be finished for dinner. Captain Caveman called, he was on holiday from the caves and had a trip to Cambodia planned. Instead of a glass of wine, I had a cup of Yorkshire tea, unpacked my Clinique moisturiser and had an early night.

Otford & Gatwick airport – 11th August

There was lots of packing activity in the morning of Sunday 11th August and it wasn’t just me! Clare was off to meet her friend in London so was planning to get the mid-morning train. She had very kindly offered to take some of my clothes to alleviate me of the extra 2kg I had in my suitcase. Clare has always been one of those friends that is super reliable and solutions driven when it comes to any issues and she had me sorted right out these last few days. She took the warmer clothes and some PJs so I had some clothes in Rhodes and it was even more of an incentive to join her there on holiday next month. In the end, she took 2.5kg and I was so grateful for the help. Claire and Mark were also packing as they were expecting all 4 kids back this afternoon and were off on a holiday tomorrow morning. What should have been a busy family day, didn’t prevent my hosts being so hospitable and Mark made us a full English breakfast with the right amount of builder’s tea.
After the gorgeous breakfast, Claire and I walked Clare to Otford train station and said our goodbyes, I was desperately hoping that I would make it to Rhodes to see her again. Back home, Bee was the first of the children to arrive back at the house and it was great to see that she had really enjoyed her holiday to Turkey. I hadn’t seen her since she was about 2 years old so she didn’t recognise me. I did some work as I would be travelling later and may not be able to work tomorrow. For lunch we had a bit of a picnic with hummus, carrots, corn, pitta and even a sausage and some chicken. This was my last meal with Claire as we were leaving for the airport in a few hours. The rest of the family returned and went straight to their rooms to chill out, pack and repack for their holiday. I briefly met them to say ‘hi’ and give Bee some ‘borrowed’ face decorations from The Bull to play with Ivy.
I weighed my suitcase and found that it was bang on the 20kg allowance, thanks to Clare and that I had managed to snaffle the Mini Cheddars and a bar of Dairy Milk.
At 4.30pm I said my goodbyes after an amazing week in Otford and Claire drove me to Gatwick airport. I was surprised to see that they charge to drop off there and for a few minutes it was £6. We hugged and I started to get emotional, made worse by the fact we didn’t know when we would see each other again. Before I could cry too much Claire said to get in the airport as if we cried much longer (over 10 minutes) the drop off fee went up to £26 and we didn’t love each other that much! I walked in to the airport, pushing the cumbersome trolley, laughing and crying at the same time.
I was early for my flight but I was glad as the airport was absolutely rammed, mostly with families some of who were quite challenging. Once I’d dropped the suitcase off I went through security and didn’t even have to take out my laptop which was handy. I headed to the Whetherspoon’s pub and ordered using the QR reader app. I spent £20.95 on a mushroom pizza and a glass of rose wine, which wasn’t too bad for an airport. Through to the gate we were delayed and it was very busy but I got in quickly. Interestingly, there were 2 queues and the one for the people with special assistance or lanyards was very long. I was the only one in my queue and went straight through where I found a seat and got a water to use up some of my English change. It cost £2.80 from the machine and was nice and cold.
The queue to get on the plane seemed to take far too long to go down and lots of people were sweating a lot as it was almost 30 degrees at 9pm. We boarded late and I fell asleep on take-off. I was so grateful to have had the past 5 weeks in England with so many friends and family, I almost didn’t want to leave but I had a birthday party in Dalyan to get to!

Otford – 10th August

Saturday 10th August was my last official full day and night in England and the girls had plans to really make sure I enjoyed it to the fullest. I had once again declined the kind offer of an outdoor fitness session in favour of getting a bit of work done before the fun began. My legs still ached from the last one and the top up of impromptu dance moves last night. One of our other friends, Liz, was driving to Otford today to meet up and was already on her way by the time I met Claire and Clare for breakfast. Sally’s Café Emporium in Otford is absolutely amazing and, before I’d even tasted the food, it was going on to my list of favourites. The amount of cakes they had was immense and we were going to have breakfast there first, then take cakes away. I ordered pancakes with fruit and honey, Clare had eggs benedict and Claire had the fantastic combination of porridge, fruit and a hash brown. The tea, of which they had lots of different ones, came in china teapots and cups with saucers and our breakfast was a veritable treat. We paid for breakfast, which was reasonably priced and then got in the queue for the cakes. Claire, Clare and I chose fruit scones with butter, jam and clotted cream to take away, we got one for Liz and a brownie for Mark. The 5 cakes only cost about £20 and were massive.
Back at the house, I was still fuming about the Nationwide bank issue and Clare, who uses the same bank, transferred £50 in and I gave it her in cash. That way, if I couldn’t get it sorted before the next £13 charge, and because I wouldn’t be in the country from Monday, it wouldn’t incur more charges. My mom would bring my card out before the end of September and I could use the online banking to close the account. Clare and I also decided that I was going to send another strongly worded complaint to them in an effort to close the account and be done with it.

Liz arrived in the afternoon and made it into the town centre car park so that she could charge her electric car. Claire went to collect her and there were tears when we hugged each other. It had been such a long time since we last saw each other and I was really looking forward to spending time with Liz. Claire had prepared the spare room for her to stay over, I’d put the duvet and pillow cases on, and Mark had the heavy job of sorting the sofa bed out. Unfortunately, though, Liz was unable to stay and would have to drive home after dinner. I was sad that she couldn’t stay longer but at least we had the day together – it was a travesty that she would miss the Kake & Karaoke night which Claire had booked us in to tonight. Meanwhile, our other friend, Kelly, was on her sick bed and couldn’t make the weekend either and was feeling rather sorry for herself to be missing out.
Lunchtime was great and we had a chicken caesar salad with edamame beans in and then it was time for tea and the scones. It was the first time in my 5 weeks of being in England that I had eaten them and it was well worth the wait – there was even a proper tea pot and tea cosy.
In the afternoon, we had a wander to Otford town to pick up Liz’s car and called in to the antique shop for a quick look around. A drink was had in The Bull where last night’s dance floor had turned back into a dining room for pub food customers and we sat outside in the sun. It was a glorious day, ideal for getting me ready for the Turkish temperatures I would soon be enduring. Mark and Claire put on another BBQ and I’m sure they were getting even tastier each time. I ate sausage, chicken, pork, sweetcorn, feta salad and baby new potatoes. The pink fizz was flowing for the girls who didn’t have to drive and Mark joined us with beer. Poor Reg, the dog, had a long lesson in patience as he tried his best to get in on the meat action.
It was sad saying bye to Liz, although there was a chance I would see her, Clare, Kelly and Louisa in Rhodes next month, if all went well with my residency renewal.
I checked in online for my flight from Gatwick, leaving the next day at just before 9pm and would arrive at Dalaman at 3am. The rest of the evening was spent playing cards, something I rarely do as I’m not good at concentrating on the game. Mark taught us a game I had never played before, called Cheat, and I loved it. It was really funny playing with friends we know so well and a man I had only known for a few days with a lengthy career in the police force. Of course, it was absolutely hilarious and we sacked off going to the Karaoke night in favour of playing Cards Against Humanity – one of my favourite card games.

Otford – 9th August

When Claire, Clare and I started the day on Friday 9th August, none of us had any idea that we would be part of an event that might go down in the history of Otford. I started the day with a short spell of work and a warmed up leftover chicken tikka masala, rice and garlic naan, washed down with a cup of tea for my breakfast. The girls were good and had protein shakes after they came back from the fitness class in the park, the one I was still aching from! While Claire had meetings and work to get through, Clare and I took ourselves off on a little adventure. We walked to the train station and got a ticket to Sevenoaks. I even managed to operate a ticket machine and pay on card the £6.40 for 2 of us, before the train arrived so my skills were improving in the somewhat cashless UK. The walk up the hill in to the town was a killer on my legs and even Clare welcomed the stop off in Marks & Spencer’s. We had a good old look around and Clare found something to buy while I resisted. It had been so many years since I’d shopped willy-nilly that I now had the default setting of not getting anything. When we got to the town we located the Nationwide and I stood in the lengthy queue to close my account, for the upteenth time. I didn’t mind that the queue was made up of the old and disabled and was extremely slow moving as I felt like today would be my lucky day. I’d even had a message from my Mom to say my new bank card had arrived back in Sheffield and the old PIN was still active. When I finally got to the front, the lady explained that she wouldn’t be able to close the account as it was £3.54 overdrawn so I needed to pay that in to close it. I tried to remain calm but in the end I gave her a £20 note and told her to put £5 in and then close it, the balance could be transferred in to my other account. She paid £5 in and then said the system wouldn’t allow her to close it, and maybe there were more charges to come, which she might not be able to see. I asked her to check and she said the account looked fine, with a £13 fee due at the end of August so she didn’t know why it wouldn’t close. I left very annoyed, Clare took me for a cup of tea in a nearby café and listened to me rant on about what a ‘useless set of twats’ the Nationwide were being. Her Dad in Canada had experienced a similar predicament with the same bank but he had got his account closed and all the fees and charges refunded. We decided we needed wine to sort out a plan! After a little detour for me to pick up a small gift for Claire for hosting me (and her forthcoming birthday) we found wine in a very nice pub. The man serving behind the bar at The Restoration welcomed cash which was great, including 50 pound notes. He even told me of an incident last week of one of their other pubs having to close when they had a system failure and couldn’t take card. Clare and I discovered they had a rather nice Pinot Grigio which we had with soda and I splashed out on some pork scratchings and spent about £20 in total and we’re there a while. I only had 3 days left in England so I was sure that I was going to miss pork products like the scratchings, until I broke my tooth on one. Claire joined us after a trip to the opticians and getting her new glasses which looked great. We drove back to Otford via the Sainsbury’s where I treated myself to new PJs for £7.50. Mark was in charge of the BBQ once again that evening and we had a fab feast of meat, salad and rice before getting our gladrags on for an evening with a bit of a difference.

One of the local pubs, The Bull, in Otford was hosting a Gay Pride night on Friday 9th August and Claire, Clare & I were off to support it. Each of us had a bright outfit on and I was grateful to have brought my £6 multi-coloured long sleeved shorts suit with back fastening. On arrival at The Bull, we were greeted by friendly staff and decided to try their Rum Punch special cocktails. They were strong but good and we bumped in to a guy who looked like he’d just clocked off work and was having a pint of Carlsberg. The guy was from Leeds so he and I instantly had that Yorkshire bond and became buddies straight away. The girls and I discovered sticky jewels for faces and that a bottle of decent wine was on offer at £18 so more than one of those was enjoyed. The do was quite quiet, as I’m not sure Otford was yet the hub of the gay scene, or even had many open supporters, so we gave it a go at keeping it lively. I suspected an old couple who’d come out for their dinner, had to rush their pud to make sure they were out of the way of any of this sort of shenanigans in their local on a Friday night!
By 9.20am, I was dancing like a bad Rick Coffey (Google him, he’s one of my idols) on a carpeted corner of a dancefloor, giving it everything I had, including a solo chair dance performance to Lady Marmalade! We had such a great night and my aching leg muscles from the fitness class had only just started to loosen up. I met Guy, a gay from Otford, who personally thanked me for supporting Gay Pride at The Bull and emotionally shared that he had never imagined such a thing would ever be happening in this fairly traditional village of Otford. I assured him that he really wasn’t going to be the only gay in the village now and then broke in to a dance with Mr Leeds. My choice of outfit had proved itself troublesome with the double button fastening at the back when I had to take the whole thing down for toilet visits. I did manage to keep my sleeves dry and I knew my Mom would be proud I’d not peed on them. It was after midnight when we got home and Claire, Clare and I were shattered after such a memorable night. I had loved it and knew I’d sleep well that night and probably ache a lot tomorrow!

Knutsford & Otford – 8th August

Claire and I were up very early to get ready for our busy working day on Thursday 8th August in Knutsford. I ate muesli, half a croissant and a sausage and bacon muffin for breakfast with a couple of cups of tea. We drove to Claire’s work where she signed me in with the meticulous health and safety security man and I got positioned in the delightful kitchen/canteen area. I was so happy when Claire told me to help myself to hot drinks and that the hot chocolate was amazing. For future reference, I found 3 was probably one too many. I also had a couple of herbal teas and worked for a few hours in my new office. Mr Meticulous came in a few times to risk assess me and warn me of the plague of people due to hit the area at noon – that was actually Claire and her colleagues and there were certainly no more than 12 of them. MI5 was definitely missing a trick, not having this employee!
When we finished at noon, Claire had a client meeting and I wanted to attempt to close that bank account at Nationwide. We parked in Knutsford town, where I had been before, and I walked down the main road, Claire went the opposite way but gave me the car keys thinking I wouldn’t be too long. She was correct, as the Knutsford branch of Nationwide was closed today! Instead, I went to the post office to change some US Dollars where I only got £187.50 for $270 and I thought that wasn’t great. I tried to get in touch with Claire to see if she needed anything getting for the journey back but noticed my phone didn’t seem to be working. I topped up my GiffGaff SIM with another £10 for good measure and hoped it would work but there was still no signal. I sat in the car as it had started to rain and Claire arrived shortly after for us to set off back to Kent.

On the way back we stopped for petrol and I bought some healthy food at South Corley services, here’s what I bought with prices in pounds;

Waitrose Supermarket
Strawberries £3.25
Blueberries £3.75
Taiko Yasai Poke bowl £6.50
Total spent £13.50

The salad (poke bowl) had edamame in with all sorts of veg/salad and I thoroughly enjoyed it. Once eaten, I was back to concentrate on our Caraoke!!! Claire and I sang pretty solidly for about 3 and a half hours and had a right laugh. Back home, we were running late but luckily had timed it right with our arrangements for a meet up with another friend.

Clare had come over on the train from London, following her after-work drinks and we were off to the local India restaurant. Our fine dining experience at the Tamarind restaurant was so good and here’s what we had with prices in English;

1 pickle tray £2.10
1 Garlic Naan £2.95
1 pilau rice £3.95
1 Coconut rice £4.10
1 Mushroom Bhaji £4.10
1 Matar paneer £4.10
6 popadoms £4.20
1 pint Magners £4.95
1 pint Kingfisher £5.10
1 bottle of Cobra £5.50
1 Lamb Bhuna £7.95
1 chicken tikka masala £9.95
1 chicken Khorai £9.95
Side dish – free
3 Bailey’s – free
3 Baby Guinness shots – free
Total cost £68.90

I thought the meal, at less than £23 each, was an absolute bargain and tasted so good, we even took some home for me and for Mark for the next day. It was a lovely meal but the restaurant was very warm and we are ladies of a certain age so we didn’t hang about, apart from to partake in the free Baileys and shots of Baby Guinness, obviously. Outside was cold and dark on the way home but it was nice to have some fresh air. Clare doesn’t work Fridays so we had arranged to go in to town while the other Claire was working tomorrow and I was going to also meet up with Holly’s mom, Lynda, who didn’t live far away.

Otford & Knutsford – 7th August

Claire and I had exciting plans on Wednesday 7th August as she had to be up north for work and I had agreed to keep her company. I could hardly get out of bed and my whole body ached from yesterday’s workout. I got on Claire’s scales to find I had put on 0.7kg (1.5lb) which was not bad, considering what I had consumed. My measurements were much less favourable having put 2cm on my bust, and 1cm on both waist and hips. I now needed to lose 4.7kg (10lb) to get to target and that was going to be difficult. I had my tea and toast for breakfast and decided that it would be something to worry about next week!
I had a message from our Estate Agent in Dalyan to tell me there was an incident at Captain Caveman’s apartment complex and someone had left the outside tap on. The pool had overflowed badly, the road was covered in flood water which the gardeners said wasn’t them. It turned out it was probably our pool and garden company and I, as well as our tenants, were so impressed that they had turned up and put the hose on that we were willing to overlook the tap incident, mistakes do happen. However when the agent got there to speak to the Gardening company, they said it definitely wasn’t them!! I think it was.
Claire and I worked from home in the morning and then drove from Otford to Knutsford. On the way, we stopped at services to grab some lunch. Claire had another wrap and some crisps, while I went for the New York Deli Pastrami M&S sandwich deal with a brownie. We both ignored the money saving tip for the drink and just got water – but Claire was wearing white trousers. I was having trouble with the new style plastic water bottle tops which stay attached to the bottle.
We arrived at Cottons Hotel & Spa in Knutsford quite late as it had been a long drive and I’d done my best to keep Claire entertained and fed with wine gums. We had to log on to do some work emails and then we popped on our swimmers and decided to make use of the spa facilities. We had a sauna, steam room, jacuzzi and some swimming which was so lovely before going back to the room for a nice glass of wine and some nibbles while lounging in our room.
Claire arranged for us to meet a colleague for dinner and we ordered food in the bar which was very nice. I had (yet another) steak and ale pie which would more than likely be my last one in a while. Back in the room, we finished some wine and nibbles and put some weird jelly-like patches under our eyes. I’m not quite sure what they were for, but it’s some strange beauty phenomena which had become popular in the UK since I’d been away and we didn’t have any cucumber slices. I fell asleep while watching a very peculiar dating TV programme called Naked Attraction – it involved contestants who have trouble meeting people romantically but are not shy at exposing themselves to all and sundry on national TV.

Otford – 5th & 6th August

Monday 5th August at Claire’s was really nice, I had tea and toast for breakfast and gave Reg, the dog, some attention. All the kids were away now and Mark had gone to work so Reg was finding the house rather quiet. Both Claire and I had work so she took to her desk in the office and I used the dining table. I called Herdy back about my broken Herdy bag and the nice person asked me to email photos and organised a new one to be sent to Claire’s address this week. I offered to post the old bag back but they were happy with just photos and didn’t want me faffing around. I was very impressed with their customer service so can highly recommend them if you happen to be in the Lake District any time soon.
At lunchtime Claire and I broke off from work for a quick trip to Sainsbury’s. I needed an adapter plug for my Turkish laptop to charge it up and Claire had found a pack of 3 for £11.99, they didn’t do just one. For lunch Claire made us a rather lovely chicken caesar salad and we had strawberries, blueberries and raspberries afterward. I was being good until tea break when I had a cup of Yorkshire tea and 4 biscuits. I was already on over 350 syns for this week with a couple of days to go to weigh day so I was not doing too well.
After work, we walked Reg and I saw how pretty the village of Otford was, then Mark and Claire cooked an absolute feast of a BBQ and we sat in the garden with a cider or 2. I had chicken legs, vegetables and rice and it was so tasty. In the evening we lounged, chatted and ate some chocolate.

Claire had very kindly booked me in for a class on Tuesday 6th August, first thing in the morning. She regularly does a class in the nearby park and had invited me along. Claire’s also training to run another marathon so, as you can imagine, the class was way beyond my (lack of) fitness capabilities. There was a beep test and floor exercises and running – quite frankly, it nearly killed me for about 45 minutes. I also ruined any good work I had done by having a sausage sandwich with my cup of tea for breakfast as soon as we got home. Even in the shower my legs were like jelly and I knew I was going to ache tomorrow. I did a couple of hours work before Captain Cavemen called, he was doing his next Oxalis briefing in a few hours. For lunch Claire and I had chicken, cheese and sweetcorn pittas followed by a chocolate rice cake and another cup of tea. More work was done before getting ready for an evening out in Bromley – it had been a while since I’d last visited. Upstairs I found a new friend in Dave, the cat, who had been napping on my bed after I had left the bedroom door open. He did not want to move so I left him there while Claire and I nipped off to the cinema.
Bromley did not look like it had changed too much and we managed to get parked on a side street and find a supermarket to get our cinema snacks from. Tesco definitely had a better choice of Meal Deal items and I treated us both to ‘dinner’ for just £6.80 as Claire had paid for the tickets to see Longlegs.
I opted for a Katsu chicken wrap, a Naked Blue Machine smoothie and a Wall’s pork sausage roll while Claire chose a spicy bean wrap, a protein bar and a chocolate milkshake. I’d been reading tips from a money saving expert about how never to buy water or crisps on the meal deal as you’re not getting the best value. It was an absolute bargain as the non-deal price was £13.30. We had really good seats which reclined and were super comfy. The film, starring Nicholas Cage as a nutter, was pretty scary and jumpy. I’d say worth a watch but don’t have a blueberry smoothie open at the scary bits! We didn’t have any popcorn but we did take a packet of Minstrels in from Claire’s and ate a few but were full from our lovely meal deals. I had finished the week on 450 syns and was quite glad that I would not be going near Carol’s Fat Club scales tomorrow. I was intending to face them the following week, though.

Sheffield to Otford – 4th August

I’d taken the day off work on Sunday 4th August as I was leaving Sheffield and going to visit Claire in Sevenoaks for a week, before flying back to Turkey in 8 days’ time. Claire had already offered to take me to Gatwick airport when I left so that I could get back in time for Nanny Kay’s birthday meal on the 12th. Even though my National Express bus from Sheffield bus station was at 12.45pm, I had decided to go early because of the delays we had with Captain Caveman’s departure. At 10am I was outside the garage door with my suitcase, waiting for my parents to lock up and come with me. Dad had my rucksack, complete with teabags and wine bucket – it was finally leaving Mosborough!
We arrived in to the bus station before 11am and decided to walk over to the nearby train station. None of us had eaten breakfast but when I take a bus I refrain from it so that I don’t have a bad stomach. While Ma went and got her and Pa bacon sandwiches and coffee at the Starbucks, I bought a bottle of water for £2.49 in WH Smiths – how much!? I should’ve brought tap water but I didn’t have a bottle to put it in.
When the Sheffield Tap opened (at 11am) my parents were still eating their bacon sandwiches as there had been a long queue. We decided to have a pint in the pub before it was time for me to walk back to the bus station. A pint of pale ale, a stout and a cider cost me about £15 – better value than bottled water!
We walked back to the National Express stop where there were 2 buses and I said my goodbyes and thanks to my parents. I got on the second bus which wouldn’t be stopping at Golders Green but going directly to Victoria, just what I wanted.
I sat about 3 seats from the front next to a man who, when he was on the phone was quiet, so I liked that. The drivers were not quiet, however, and we had to listen to endless drivel about their colleagues and political opinions all the way. We stopped off at Northampton services for a toilet break and I bought some sweets and some chocolate as I was peckish. £5.50 for 2 bags was a bit of an extravagance but that included a supposed £2.48 discount and I did have to use a self-scan check-out.
We arrived in to London Victoria bus station on time at 5.15pm and I had a train to Otford due at 5.42pm. I went straight for the information desk and they told me which platform. Captain Caveman had already bought me the train ticket when he bought me the bus one and I just made the train. By the time we were pulling in to Otford station I didn’t even realise mine was that stop but saw Claire waiting on the platform. It was great to see her after what we think is probably over 5 years!
We got to her house and was met by Reg, the cute pup. I met 3 of the 4 kids as Bee, ironically, was in Turkey and Mark for the first time. The Prosecco was opened and an amazing roast pork Sunday dinner was dished up – my first since being in England! We had a great night, drinking fizz and later rum while catching up and I felt like we’d not really been apart. My bedroom was so lovely with a comfy bed and I slept so well that night.

Sheffield – 3rd August

My original plan was to be leaving Sheffield on Saturday 3rd August but things were a bit fluid on the arrangements for various reasons. Ma & Pa had a great idea that they wanted to celebrate me leaving Sheffield and, as they had not fancied joining us last night, suggested we go to The British Oak later and I was definitely up for that. I had a tea and buttered crumpet for breakfast then I got everything packed and weighed. Dad had to help lift my suitcase which was 22kg – 2kg over! But my hand luggage, with 500 teabags in a wine bucket inside, was surprisingly bulky but underweight. I still had a week down south but it did mean I couldn’t put any more into my luggage. My new Herdy backpack had ripped so I called the shop to let them know. Kathy, the assistant, remembered Captain Caveman and I and said to call back on Monday to get a replacement sent, which was great service – Nationwide could certainly learn a lot!
I did 6 hours of work as I knew that tomorrow I would be on a bus and I had my leftover curry for lunch followed by a chocolate bar I’d never tried before – a caramel KitKat.
We booked the table at the British Oak for 7pm but Dad was ready early and we decided a drink in the bar first was a good idea. I got a couple of rounds in, and was surprised that 4 pints and 2 halves of cider came to only £22. For dinner we ordered a nice bottle of red wine and starters of calamari for Mom and tomato soup for Dad and me. The soup was overly peppery but Dad was convinced it had chillies in it and that I would be ill but all was good and I quite enjoyed it. For mains I was torn between having pork or a pie, neither of which I will eat back in Turkey so I went for the steak pie. Dad went for the pork and Mom had a crispy lamb dish. All the food was excellent and probably the best I’ve had in there, ever. Dad ordered well this time and I was even envious of his big rib. The total bill came to £89.10 and included a bottle of Merlot and a large glass of Chardonnay. I tried to contribute and suggested I get the wine but my parents insisted they treat me for my final supper! It was a fabulous evening and a small miracle occurred; I got a wonderful photo of my parents where Dad wasn’t larking about and my Mom wasn’t looking away. The walk back at 9.30pm was so cold that we were all shivering and it had dropped down to 17.5 degrees! Back home, Mom and I had a Baileys and Dad had a wine nightcap. We all agreed we would get up early tomorrow as Ma & Pa had decided to come in to town with me to see me off!

Sheffield – 2nd August

I got up really early on Friday 2nd August so that I could do some work before Mom got up, as she had kindly offered to take me shopping to Aldi before I left. I’d had to amend my shopping list as I didn’t want to be struggling to carry everything. At one point there was a suggestion from me that the wine bucket in my hand luggage was perhaps over ambitious but I feared that if it didn’t go this time, it would be at the charity shop or tip very soon. We didn’t stop out long as I needed to be out in the afternoon because I was having some leaving drinks in Sheffield later. There is a new Aldi near my parents’ house so we went there and I was very impressed. Here’s what I bought, prices in pounds;

Aldi Supermarket
1 packet mix £0.36
Cream Crackers £0.49
Garam Masala powder £0.75
Sandwich bags £1.15
2 packs of vegetable stock cubes £1.30
Antihistamine tablets (2 packs) £1.58
Marmite £2.99
Yorkshire Teabags £5.49
Total spent £14.11

On the way back, I was going to pop in to say bye to my sister, brother-in-law and nieces as they were off on holiday this weekend, but Gayle was at the gym. Instead, we went back home and I had a cheese sandwich and some pickled onions for lunch.
That afternoon, I caught the bus in to town and wandered via the bank to put in the £50 I had been told I needed to do to close my bank account. Unfortunately, the guy at the counter told me I was mistaken and that the charges had all been removed and left the balance with £2 something in. I made him print it out and check 3 times because I didn’t actually believe him. The print out showed it was no longer in a negative balance so I asked to close it. Unfortunately, the man at the counter couldn’t do that as Jeff does that job but only works Monday to Wednesday. I was fuming and left, knowing another charge would be on it later in the month of £13 which would make me overdrawn again! I was told to come back Monday but I knew I would be in London so made a note to find a branch down south to try again.

I’d arranged to meet friends at The Grapes where they still operate an old style boozer; the bar staff chat pleasantries, add up in their head, top your drink up and let you pay by cash – marvellous. Becca and Steve, who make my face ache from laughing so much, were already there, Steve got me a cider and we went to the beer garden at the back. Before long we weren’t absolutely howling with hysterics as I confused Steve about anything to do with my itinerary. They had just moved house so none of us were familiar with bus routes round that area and weren’t sure of the last bus back. They don’t use cash much so I gave them some and they transferred to my Wise account to make it easier. Next to arrive was Holly, who I knew from when she worked at Easy Tiger in Phong Nha, Vietnam, and had recently moved to Mosborough – what a freaky coincidence and good to see her again. Paul & Natalie arrived and they were shocked at the no card rule so I got the drinks in and they could get the next one in my second venue choice.

We met Louisa, Linda, Martin, Adam, Kerrie, Paul, Nikola and Tom at Fagan’s as I thought it would be a good place to go before our curry. It was so good to see everyone and I didn’t even realise that some of the crowd from the old Aviva times, I hadn’t met up with for almost 10 years! We even established that I’d known Natalie’s Paul the longest and I was a bit gutted that I couldn’t see even more people while I was back but it was the school holidays and people were already busy with other plans. I needed to appreciate more that it’s not all about me, sometimes!

The time went so quickly that I almost felt bad that I had booked a table for a curry at Butler’s Balti for 8pm. Everyone was invited but most people were only able to come for drinks. I didn’t know if it might be my last proper Indian meal for a while. I said my goodbyes but not without some amazing photos in front of The Snog – a Pete McKee picture with Frank & Joy and one of my favourites. It was only right that Kerrie should take the photos as she has a connection to Pete.

At Butler’s there were Louisa, Linda, Martin, Adam and later Rachel joined us, after getting the kids to bed. The meal turned out to be quite pricey but delicious and I did have a bit left over for tomorrow. We had 2 poppadoms each and a pickle tray, I had veggie samosas to start, a chicken tikka masala for main, shared some rice, a garlic naan and I had a glass of the bottle of red wine. We nearly got another bottle when it didn’t stretch to 8 glasses but I still had to get the last bus home so was happy with the one. We were quite a walk from Pond Street bus station and I was bound to need a wee. As I was due to leave, the usual shenanigans of it not being enough money to cover the bill occurred and it took a lot of faffing about. I put £32 in which should have covered the tip as well but it didn’t and Rach ended up putting £15 in for a chicken pakora starter and a pint of lager. After saying final farewells and legging it for the bus with Rach, we reached Norfolk Street out of breath and desperate for a pee. We decided we would have a swift half and a pee in the Brown Bear, while I called Mom to tell her I had missed the last bus and might only be able to get as far as Birley or Halfway and to not lock me out of the gate if they went to bed. The Brown Bear was now a Digital Detox Pub with a strongly upheld No Swearing Policy! FFS! I couldn’t believe it and I got told off for using my phone! With a water bottle full of cider we headed for a bus, dodging the Spice heads on route. I made it to the bus station unscathed as I looked like a mental person carrying a bottle of piss! I finally got home, phone on silent so had not noticed Louisa checking I was home! What a great Sheffield send off and tomorrow would sadly be time to say bye to my parents.

Sheffield – 1st August

I was awake really early on Thursday 1st August, contemplating life in general with it being the start of the month. It had been over 3 weeks since I arrived in England, half expecting not to really like being back, but I had loved it so far. August looked to be a busy and expensive month, though, so I was trying to focus on only spending time and money on the things that were worth it. I was leaving Sheffield this weekend and I was definitely going to miss it and had not had nearly enough time to see everyone.
I had cereal and a cup of tea for breakfast and carried on with work. I didn’t get much done though as, when Mom was up and about, the pressure was on to start the shredding. I could tell Mom was impatient to have me get it out of the way and it took a lot longer than she, or I, wanted it to. It felt very odd shredding any evidence of my existence and made me a bit nervous that I no longer would have any paperwork aside from birth, marriage and divorce proof plus some pension statements. I’d always kept at least 7 years of stuff, just in case, so it made me worry that I’d be asked to provide something that I’d shredded. Some people save birthday cards and all sorts of memorabilia and now I hardly existed.
For lunch I warmed up leftover sweet and sour chicken and added more veg to it and some cooked egg noodles – it was lovely. More shredding happened, and again after work, but I had a deadline of 5.30pm as we were all off out for my last night of favourites. My parents and I got to The Alma for 6pm to meet up with Chris and Amanda for an after work beer garden drink. I had the obligatory 3 pints of cider and we had a great night, but I refrained from wearing Amanda’s clothes as it was now sunny. The dogs came too and loved that the beer garden was busy. We did have to set an alarm to make sure we got to Tony’s chip shop on time as we were chatting on so much. This time, I got my hand in my pocket – it was the least I could do with Amanda and Chris treating us last week to drinks and my parents had splashed out on me quite a bit while I’d been in Mosborough. Fish, chips and peas for the 5 of us came to £43 and a round of drinks in The Alma had only been about £20. It had been amazing to spend time together, and lucky to do so more than once this trip. A definite highlight of my visit as I do love a local boozer and a chippy tea. That chippy tea, cooked perfectly by Rob, was spot on and I would definitely miss his fish & chips.

Sheffield – 30th & 31st July

It was another busy day on Tuesday 30th July, I did a couple of hours work before breakfast of cereals and a cup of Yorkshire tea. I got the bus in to town to go meet another friend, Helen H. I’m not sure how long it’d been since I saw her but she hadn’t changed and still looked classy and very well. We’d chosen Lloyds, another Wetherspoons, and Helen had been lucky to find a seat in a shady spot – it was certainly too warm for a pashmina. I was desperate for a drink after walking from the bus station so went inside to grab a menu and help myself to the free iced water at the end of the bar – impressive. As it happened, it was Steak Tuesday today so I had steak with a jacket potato and Helen had a chicken salad. Even Helen was doing what Louisa had done and using the app on her phone to order food and drink. We both had a glass of wine and I was impressed that it had only cost me £11 for my meal and drink. I wasn’t expecting much from the meal but I was very impressed with how nicely cooked the steak was and how soft the inside of my potato was. We had a great catch up, reminiscing of all the ‘fun’ times when we worked together and all the laughs. After lunch, we said our farewells as I needed to sort something with my bank, which had been an ongoing saga and ultimate nightmare.

I had an old account I set up years ago that I’d been trying to close since Covid times when I found out they were charging me £13 a month for an unused account which had since got to almost £500 overdrawn. I did keep contacting them to sort it but, for various ridiculous reasons, it never got resolved and I got told it would have to be sorted out in person at the branch.
I was at the branch and a lovely lady there tried to help but couldn’t so put me on the phone to the head office call centre, the same place I had spoken to many times without successful resolution. I explained everything again and there was nothing the woman could do except to refer to her manager. At last it was being escalated and I expected a call back later this afternoon.
I left the bank, bumping in to my sister and April. April had just passed her driving theory test so was pleased and ready to go for her test. I had to dash as I was off to meet more friends for drinks at Kelham Island. I was going to walk it but then thought better of it and got the tram, unfortunately I shouldn’t have bothered as it wasn’t any quicker and they overcharged me. It was only £2.80 instead of £2.40 but it meant I had to have a purse full of coins because of changing a £20 note, when I’d only had £2.50 in change. I queried it but the conducted insisted he was right and I was wrong. Obviously, I found out much later on that I was right when I got charged £2.40 on the return journey.
As I approached the entrance to Kelham Island Tavern, my phone rang and it was the bank. The same woman I had spoken to less than 1 hour ago had called me back, profusely apologised it had come to this and explained her manager had agreed to remove all the charges up to 21st August 2021. This came to £450 approximately so meant I would need to put in £50. I wasn’t happy at having to do that, given £50 was put in in January 2023 and got eaten by fees and charges. Nevertheless I agreed just to get the bloody account back to zero so that I could close it. She advised I had to do it well before the end of August as the next £13 charge would be due again.
I was late so Linda had been waiting on her own for a while and I felt bad, Louisa was also late but arrived not long after with Charlie. I felt like one of those aunties who comments on how much kids had grown since last seeing them, but my gosh Charlie really had. He was a man now and looked like he worked out! We had a drink in the Kelham Island Tavern and celebrated him recently graduating with a first, while we waited for Kerrie to come down after work. It was good to catch up and our next stop was the Fat Cat. It was beer garden weather and we had a good laugh, before Kerrie had to leave. Our final pub was The Wellington, one of mine and Captain Caveman’s favourites. There was talk of us getting a takeaway at one point, but I was good and went home, getting in to town about 8.30pm. I should’ve got a day ticket as I’d ended up wasting £9.20 on bus and tram fares today but I’d not really known exactly how I was going to be travelling.
Back home, I was delighted to find that Ma had made a sweet and sour chicken and had saved me some. It was so tasty and just what I needed.

Wednesday 31st July was meant to be a productive day because I’d promised my Mom I would stay at home today to sort out the rest of my stuff from the loft. My first job though was to get weighed and measured. To my amazement, I was the same weight as last week despite having 383 syns. I’d lost 1cm from my bust and waist and 2cm from my hips. I have no idea how. I had beans on toast and a hot chocolate for breakfast then I did 5.5 hours work with a break in the middle. I managed to find my school certificates, pension documents, as well as birth, marriage and divorce documents. The tenants in Dalyan complained about the disappearing gardener again and I asked him to cut the bush as they were getting spiked coming in the gate. I was still fed up of our bloke but was even more cheesed off when he posted photos of a fab looking complex on his business page. I took a screenshot of it and sent it to him saying ‘why can’t you make our complex as nice as this is!!?’ He didn’t reply but he did get the bougainvillea bushes tended to. I didn’t have time for lunch but did eat some crisps and a Double Decker chocolate bar while sifting through paperwork to shred. For dinner my Mom made sausages with potatoes and vegetables and I really enjoyed it. We had some wine and then played Scrabble outside.

Sheffield & Derbyshire – 29th July

I woke up to a message from Captain Caveman on Monday 29th July who had booked me a National Express bus. I would be leaving at the weekend and going from Sheffield to London by coach for less than £10. The train would’ve cost around £70 so I was pleased with that bargain and that I would be able to get my heavy bags to Claire’s without any hassle.
I had tea and a toasted teacake for breakfast and did just an hour of work as I was off on a family walk today. Gayle and Neil had invited Ma, Pa, me and their kids on a walk in Derbyshire with lunch at The Maynard Arms. I’d not been since my old boss, Lindsey, got married there so it was definitely a while ago and they had renovated it again since.
Me, Ma & Pa got in the car which Neil was driving and had Sumo in, while Gayle came in Morgan’s car with April. The route we walked was familiar to the rest of the family whereas I didn’t really recognise it. It was a nice walk which finished with a hill to reach the pub. It was a warm sunny day and none of the outdoor tables had full shade so Neil and I had to take the sunny seats – I didn’t think I’d be needing sun cream on in England. I’d forgotten to bring my phone as I’d left it on charge so Mom lent me hers to take a few photos, which was good. Dad and I ordered the steak sandwich, Mom chose duck, Neil I think had a burger, Gayle ordered a poke bowl, and the girls went mad with a greek sharing plate, extra chips and extra halloumi. We shared some bread and olives to start with. The food was very nice and I really enjoyed my steak sandwich which came with cheese and fig chutney. I also had a glass of red wine and we had a laugh at Gayle and April who were arguing, mainly because they were both hangry. It got very sunny and even Mom was in the sun by the end of the meal. When I went inside to go to the loo and get the bill, we found out that Neil had quietly already gone in and paid. What a treat and to give an idea of cost as I didn’t see the final bill here’s what I had with the prices in pounds;
Steak sandwich £12.95
Skinny fries £4.50
Tap water Free
1 large red wine £8.00
Total £25.45

As April had to get to work, we all decided what a good idea it would be to go to the pub where she works. Gayle had to pick up her car from the garage too so she was going to do that and meet us at the Queen’s Head. I got my emergency midget gems out in the car on the way back and we shared them. Sumo was super tired and was trying not to fall asleep as he put his head on my lap. When we arrived at the pub, I got the first round in; Mom had a pint of John Smith’s, Dad a cider, Neil a Moretti shandy and me a Coors – it was only £17 for the 4 drinks. Morgan arrived after and April twisted he arm to have an Aperol Spritz which I bought for £8 (not bad for a cocktail). When Gayle arrived, I asked if she wanted a soft drink or an Aperol Spritz and she said yes to the cocktail and Neil had another shandy but neither drank them straight away because they realised Gayle’s car had been pranged and they had to take it back to the garage. We stayed in the beer garden for more drinks as Mom wanted to get another round in and we also got some pork scratchings and crisps between us all. It had turned out quite an expensive day for Gayle and Neil as we said bye and Neil dropped us off. We sat in the garden, Dad had to get the cushions out again, and we had some wine meaning I was on 320 syns for the week already and still had one more day to go before weigh day!