Hello dear friends in Blogland. How are you doing?
I am pleased to be here for Friendship Friday
I've had a great week and have well and truly settled back into my Asian life
where I am enjoying making new friends both locally and in here in the blogosphere.
I've had fun, I have joined a new group - the American Women's Club of Thailand.
Why the American's when you're a British Aussie? You may well ask. Well firstly they take anyone, these Expat women's groups really are not that fussy!
Well, except for the ANZWG Group where you need to be closely associated with Australia and New Zealand. I am, I have the passport and I have a family, home and of course an Aussie Crazy Poodle Down Under and I miss my Melbourne life terribly, but my life in Thailand is more about meeting women from around the globe.
I have always had lots of American friends, I chat with many Americans via my blog...
... anyway they let this little bird in and she's chirpy about that! The…
Ok, so I have now officially disgraced myself with the Americans… A little bit of backstory, I moved to Bangkok eighteen months ago. It was a tricky move coming from the eight times winner of the ‘World’s Most Liveable City’ Melbourne, Australia to one of the most polluted, congested and the world’s hottest capital city… I gave up a meaningful job that I loved, in the Not-for-Profit sector to become a lady of leisure.
I threw myself into life here. I enjoyed the travel and getting to know Bangkok, and we had loads of visitors, but this year everything changed when we moved into our forever place in Bangkok. Hated it, nothing worked, was miserable, so had a great summer traveling the globe visiting family and friends instead.
Back in Bangkok, ready to immerse back into my Thai life, I am moving into a new apartment and ready to make some new friends, I joined a few expat organisations… I know, I know being an Expat sounds glamorous, we have left the homeland, or in my case homelands, and j…
I spotted this poppet of a pink rose against the crumbling English church wall this week. It reminded me of the song 'The Last Rose of Summer': 'Tis the last rose of summer left blooming alone. All her lovely companions are faded and gone.' Thomas Moore Quite how this melancholy song slipped into our normally upbeat, think 'My old man said follow the van', family singalongs, I don't know. But since then, I've always looked for my last rose of summer!
The last rose of Summer got me thinking how Winter has well and truly appeared in the United Kingdom. She slipped in unannounced after an endless summer. On the back of the gritter lorries, with witty names like Grittie McVittie, Brad Grit, or Spready Mercury, busy throwing salt to stop roads freezing over.
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