First of all. Apologies. My normal blog prolificness has been a little bit missing over the last few months.
There have been lots of things going on since I returned to the UK in July.
Yeah I have suffered much sadness. I miss my Raven so much. But we look forward to being together soon. I suppose we never realised the amount of bureaucracy that separates us. Most people , including us, thought that getting married and being together would be an easy thing.
Thanks to the UK government that isn’t so. We have had to apply for a fiancée visa, total cost £800, and supply reams of documents including all of our personal letters/cards/bank statements etc etc ad infinitum.
What seems to be so unfair is that if my babe was from Somalia or Iraq she would be greeted with open arms, given a free house and benefits. But because we both work, have assets and a place to live then …uh oh no we have to go through the hoops.
Nuff said about that although please be aware that the situation is equally bureaucratic if I wished to marry my Raven in the USA.
Yeah I have a job. It’s a matter of having to. I have let the writing lapse although the Seer of Albion probably just needs tidying up before submitting and hopefully being taken up by a publisher. I just don’t get the time.
What am I doing at the moment??? Well I am working as a carer! I must admit that it has opened my eyes and in my quest to know all things it has helped. You certainly see life from a different perspective. The money is, to be honest, crap. Probably less than minimum wage averaged out but in some perverse way I enjoy it.
As always I read faces and actions. In ways it gives me such hope. I care for one old couple who are still both pretty spry although both in their 80s. I had a conversation with the lady and she still thinks her guy is the sexiest loveliest person who ever walked the earth. They find it hard but are so in love still after 60 years that every time I visit I leave with a smile of hope on my face.
I do see others who are so obviously alone and forgotten that it inspired me to write my poem ‘From A Dying Hand’. Life is indeed a bitch and then you die.
Some might find a god in these revelations but for this old Atheist….No. I just find myself falling more and more into the Atheist camp. I also fall more and more into my belief in Anarchy.
And that is it for now. Me n my babe are still awaiting news from the British Immigration Authorities. As that unfolds you will be the third to know…lol.