23 Sept 2022

FRIDAY's FAVE FIVE

This week seems to me as just one day, because now that the two months of administration sleeping are over my notary asked me for different documents which she needed to complete my "succession case" !

It's really a shame how much paper is wasted, for such a simple succession case as mine ! No wonder that in one year, 13,235 square kilometers of rainforest were destroyed, and this in a time you can do nearly everything by computer, but .... then they have to print it out. 

So I was digging the whole week in looking for documents which made no sense, because of course the tax office despite the holidays had already found out where I was hiding my millions ! I pity rich people with land, houses etc, but often they manage to avoid the taxes, it's always the little honest human who pays.

Anyway I was happy that I had recovered during my holidays in Eastbourne, and was able to do it.

Besides filling in my empty fridge, doing some shopping and chatting with my neighbour, nothing happened except my adventure with a transfer to the UK of 100 £ which my friend there had lent me. I tried via my Smartphone, it didn't work. I tried on my computer it didn't work either. I never had difficulties of doing transfers. 

Finally I gave up and went personally and without an appointment to the bank. I was stopped by the receptionist who wanted to know what I want that I dared to enter the bank without appointment.

 I threw the slip of paper with the bank numbers on his desk and told him I ONLY wanted to transfer 100£ to the UK and it didn't work. 

He was young and probably thought that this ancestor couldn't handle the new ustensils, took the slip of paper and generously told me he would do it for me. And then he started typing around on his computer for a while and then he asked me if the numbers were correct, which I could only confirm. 

He tried again and again it just didn't work (I was happy) then it finally worked and why? Apparently the online form has changed because the UK is now part of the other continents and  no longer in Europe although it has not moved on the map. Thanks to Boris Brexit! 

Poor companies on both sides who have to deal with that every day and loose time for nothing.

This was the exciting week I had behind me, with one positive point, I found my Easter decoration which I hadn't found on Easter while I was looking for a file !



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21 Sept 2022

WORDLESS WEDNESDAY

The beautiful Pier in Eastbourne you can see in my previous posts, once had a dome on it, which burnt down in 2014. I was just there and could take these pictures. 



It was terrible but the next day people sat on the beach looking at the disaster, still smelling the smoke. 

Fortunately it had all been repaired, but the dome hasn't been rebuilt, instead there are little restaurants and shops.



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19 Sept 2022

AWWW MONDAY & SOUTH DOWNS ENGLAND



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When I was sitting in the Eurostar, I noticed to my horror, that I had left the case with my credit cards, health insurance, driver license etc at home ! The young woman besides me felt that there was something wrong with me, and I told her what happened. She reassured me that there was no problem everywhere in England I could pay with Google wallet which I found on my phone and with which my Eurostar tickets had been payed and appeared in all their glory. As my train to Eastbourne was payed and the hotel with breakfast too, it was not so dramatic, anyway I had 50 £ in cash with me. In short I was a rich woman !

The first thing I did arriving in the hotel was downloading Google wallet, but big problem, now they wanted to know the card number etc etc. I called my neighbor Adeline and together with Louquette the other one they searched my apartment and found it. She called me back and gave me all the numbers I needed. I tried again, but that dammit thing told me that it wouldn't work in "this" country. I don't know if they meant the UK or Belgium, I was again at the start of my tragedy. All that had cut me my appetite and I was not at all hungry in the evening. My hotel included breakfast but not supper.

The next day I ate like a horse at breakfast with the result that I was not even hungry in the evening. Anyway all little restaurants and take away were closed on the Pier across the street at 6 pm due to electricity prices and not enough tourists. I had to go to the main street where I found a nice Take Away of ..... Hamburgers !! which I only eat if I am with my grandson. But the guy probably reading on my face proposed me a cheeseburger with fresh tomatoes and told me I could ask whatever I wanted. I payed 4.50 £ and returned to the hotel. The Hamburger was the best I had in my whole life, the meat was so tasteful coming from a happy cow probably and the cheese too, the fresh tomato slices certainly organic ! My problem with food was solved it didn't bother me to eat that the whole week long, I just imagined that I would be a student with not too much money. I even could allow me a sightseeing, where I took the pictures below and the little tourist train called ".

The South Downs are a range of chalk hills that extends for about 260 square miles across the south-eastern coastal counties of England from the Itchen valley of Hampshire in the west to Beachy Head, in the Eastbourne Downland Estate, East Sussex, in the east.


grazing sheep and cows are also good for the nerves !

and the green, green grass and soft hills, what a pleasant view !

Just behind this hill were the white cliffs, dangerous for everybody because you don't see where the grass stops and you fall down the white cliffs. Unfortunately there are a lot of people committing suicide there.

This old farmhouse was transformed into a restaurant

from far I could see Eastbourne


it is so peaceful up there

On this hill in Willmington was carved


The long man of Willmington. Today, the giant is outlined using white-painted concrete blocks, and it is known to have been picked out in bricks during the late 19th century, but its origins lie in the Tudor period.

The next day, my friend Yvonne took me to a Tea room hidden in the woods
 






The place was apparently well known because there were quite a lot of clients. I was happy that Yvonne took me around to the places (except this tea room which I didn't know) where I once had been with Anne. On the way back we visited her daughter before she brought me back, close to my "Take Away" shop where I picked up my every day bigger Hamburger ! The owner must have had pity with me !

I guess it was this day when I switched on the TV just to hear that the queen had passed away. I wondered if she had waited for my coming to the UK ?
 

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16 Sept 2022

FFF - MY RETREAT (HOLIDAYS)


Now that Rick has finally gone with the wind, I'm relieved on one side, that everything is over now,  but still I didn't feel well at all in my own skin. I slept badly and nothing interested me.

Somehow I felt as if I were one of those who suffer from multiple personality. In me there housed two. 

The me with the heart which hurt and which made me retire in my shell,  and the me with the mind who told me to pull myself together and go out and do the things I loved so much before. 

 

There was only one place to be all alone with my two selves. The English coast (East Sussex), more precisely Eastbourne. And that's where I ended up. 

Taking the Eurostar now after Brexit is torture, you have to be there 2 hours before,(without Brexit half an hour) just like in an airport, the passport is checked as if we were all wanted criminals and of course the luggage is also examined! 

That was really ridiculous because after all we have the same things as in England. And I didn't have hash with me! There was no koffee either in the Eurostar station, the machine was empty. Luckily there were sandwiches. 

The train was on time, because since Brexit there have been strikes in England, at least enough to be talked about. 

From St. Pancras to Eastbourne I still had to collect my ticket at the national Railway office, but the people there are so helpful and friendly that they arranged everything for me and I arrived even earlier in Eastbourne and already had my return ticket.

When I arrived I took a taxi which brought me to my Hotel "The Pier". I had been so often in Eastbourne when my friend Anne still lived, but I noticed a lot of changes. Closed shops, closed Restaurants, Covid and Brexit had left traces !

The (not  very comfortable) waiting area of the Eurostar on both sides ! It all had changed.
 

My hotel which I knew from outside ever since I went to Eastbourne,  was ideal for me located just in front of the Pier, all tourist buses went from there and the seafront walk just across the street. I had everything I needed just across the street.

even the shopping street with a lot of shops closed or new owners with other stuff to sell.

But the sea and the beaches hadn't changed at all. I walked a bit and then sat down and watched the waves and listened to the screams of the enormous seagulls which looked like flying ducks,

All along the beach you had these little walls where you could sit down, rest and watch waves, people and seagulls, which stole food so quickly that you didn't even realize ! They dived on the plate, took what was on it and off they flow ! Usually food is served on a plate but covered in a paper bag so that the seagull doesn't see if there is something on the plate or not.

there were also some pigeons

There are two seafront walks one along the sea and one on street level, with a lot of flowers, even palm trees and benches.


This pigeon just sat on the lap of the young girl




 
So I walked along the beach, sat down, watched the seagulls stealing and listened to the noise of the waves. Often people sat beside me and chatted and then got up and walked further just like I did.
 







When it was not too windy I walked on the Pier. There too the little shops had closed and only souvenir shops open. All little restaurants or Take Away closed at 6 pm, because of expensive electricity and not enough tourists. If you wanted to eat something after 6, you had to go to town or buy something before 6 pm
 
This was the view out of my window, just too beautiful

and that "wagon" made me laugh, because ladies were carried into the water with that while they undressed, so that nobody could see them in a bathing suit !

I didn't do anything during four days. I was still trying to settle the fight between my two me. Often in the evening I wanted to call home. But there wasn't Rick, only Rosie. My son texted me but I think he didn't really understand my state, I think you have to live it. 54 years of a happy life can't be erased. And it's only three and a half month ago anyway I have to do a new start.

In the next post  I will write about the two excursion I did in a wonderful landscape, the South Downs.



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