A Family visit

I started this blog while visiting my family in London. I have been writing on Bulgarian forums for 5 years and realise that I never went on forums to meet up with fellow Brits or to go to the various Brit activities that spring up as soon as the British start migrating in numbers. No tabletops, quiz nights or boot sales for me. I like to write but have not enough discipline to sit and write a book. My daughter thought that writing a blog would be ideal and maybe some people of my age group would be interested to know that there are some definite advantages to aging and a life abroad in a very strange country could re-awaken a sense of adventure which could lead to a rejuvination of spirit and even health.

I found the idea a little daunting and difficult at first, but she convinced me to just write in the space and fiddle about with layout later. 'Just do it Mum' she said, so I did. At 70 I think you become the child again and the children the parents. I must not be afraid to learn new things. I believe it keeps the brain alive while the body starts to fail. So here I am in my eldest daughter's house in Cambridge and adding a little more to my blog. Bulgaria will come later.

Suffice to say I am, as usual, having an interesting visit to see my wonderful family. After an exhausting coach journey to Sofia from my home in Central Bulgaria, an overnight stop in a very nice hotel to break the journey and then a flight with Easyjet (wonderful value for money if you book early!) I landed in Gatwick airport. Straight onto the Gatwick Express after some difficulty exiting the airport and finding the right platform, (so much changes in 6 months) to Victoria. The worst part of the journey was on the underground district line, which,although straight through to Bromley by Bow, the stairs with a suitcase was a struggle for me, my knees and ankle not being in tip top condition nowadays specially after the long journey. One gentleman did carry my case down a flight for me for which I was very grateful, but the tube nowadays is for the young and fit and not burdened with a suitcase either. Myyoungest met me with the car and in my next post I will describe my walk onto a West End theatre stage..... The story of my 'Simple Retirement' will come later.... when the Icelandic volcano ash has finally drifted away from Britain and airports return to normal.