How quickly this year is going…my teacher friends will all be on holidays now and after an 11 week term, well and truly, ready for them, I’m sure.

Uncle’s wedding at Matilda Bay

Last school holidays I came over the Perth, for my uncle’s wedding…It was a lovely wedding down at Matilda Bay with the reception at the restaurant…The rest of the trip was a mad rush of appointments and visits to dentists etc as well as helping Son 1 move into his mate’s mum’s house…not overly happy about the arrangement myself but…he wanted to be independent so that is part of it, having to make decisions and choices and then living with the consequences…

He was previously living with his girlfriend, Emma and her mum, but it was too difficult to deal with Emma, so he moved out. It seems to have helped their relationship and also has allowed him to concentrate more on his TAFE Course.

He has been doing very well in the course…I had to laugh the other day – he sheepishly told me that he had to re-sit one of the tests (obviously knowing he would get drilled by me) & when I asked why, it was because he didn’t pass…the pass mark is 100% and he only got 98%…but he is absolutely loving the course, which is always a good start…to be enjoying what you are doing. Son 1 will be visiting next week which I’m really looking forward to. I’m going to take some days off work, for while he’s here and also when P gets back from Philippines…

P had come back to Perth also – he did a short stint at clients in the Philippines and came to the wedding with me but one of the main reasons for him returning to Perth was because his mum had been told that she had terminal cancer and was not given much time. Her wishes were to have a week’s holiday with all her family around her down at Busselton. I could only stay a couple of days, before I had to return to the island…my house/animal sitters were leaving…and I was really sad to say goodbye to Laurel, because I thought it would be the last time I would see her…P stayed on in Perth and just worked from his mum’s house. Laurel died on Mother’s Day a few hours after I arrived in Perth.

We stayed at P’s mum’s place to help Don, her husband, make the arrangements and to keep him company. Unfortunately, when I had left, the little Mauritian mongrel had come on heat and decided to entertain all the local boy dogs in our yard… without our permission. I had friends who were popping down and checking on them and feeding them and poor Jean was getting quite distressed over the whole ‘house party’ thing that was going on…but I figured, if she’s pregnant, there’s nothing I can do about it until I got back…

(Just as an aside – I had had Daisy booked in to be sterilised while I was in Perth in April, through a fantastic organisation called PAWS…who performed multiple sterilisations of dogs, cats etc through a mobile van unit that goes to the villages around the island – for donations, or FREE if you are too poor to donate anything…unfortunately, due to lack of funding they had to cancel Daisy’s appointment which was why I found myself with a horny little tart who can squeeze herself through a 10x10 space, or move massive rocks through sheer persistence to get out)

Anyway – first day back I took her into a vet to be sterilised. Now when someone says VET a particular picture usually comes to mind – usually someone who is gentle, loves animals, wears a white coat…well…imagine my shock when the “vet” walked in…a hugely overweight French man, wearing short running shorts, an old t-shirt that barely covered his belly, fag in hand…and I was leaving my little girl (ok she’s a tart but still…) in the hands of this guy???

He told me, in his very French accented English, I could wait as “it will only take about 20 to 30 minutes” and then I could take her home. I sat outside entertaining myself playing games on my phone when I heard an absolutely awful (!!) sound of yelping like an animal in extreme pain…I looked at my watch thinking – it couldn’t have been more than 20mins, then the door opened and the vet said that Daisy had woken up when he was stitching her up and that she should have been out of it for at least another couple of hours…I was just glad to get her home…and the good news – she wasn’t pregnant.

We had just got back from the second Perth trip and we moved again…well, moved all the boxes of stuff we seemed to have accumulated – I’m convinced there are things going on in the cupboards in the dark for us to have ended up with much more than I remember having…the same day we moved, P was on a plane to Guernsey & I was left with unpacking…

The house we have moved into is in a really nice area – like a private estate called Morcellement Petit Village…it’s got tarred roads (YAY no more driving on gravelly bumpy tracks to get home!!) and lots of trees and shrubs lining the roads. It’s close to the water and even nicer – Dave & Judy (Aussie friends) live next door, Mark & Kathy (expat friends) live across from them, Herb & Fifi (baby expecting mid August) live 500m down the road…I’ve been taking the dogs for a walk every day, about 5km…sometimes D&J bring their 2 dogs, sometimes M&K have their 2 dogs (and Daisy LOVES one of their boys. Moja, who is a bit ADHD)

“The boys” – Moja & Winston

The house itself is quite typically Mauritian – all concrete…The dogs have a great yard to run around in (although Daisy the escape artist can now squeeze through the gate, run down the road, climb the sand pile & jump over the wall into Kath & Mark’s yard to see Moja, the weird dog)… Our landlord is a policeman & told us that his brother had designed the house to be like “an American chalet”…I guess that’s why there is a HUGE stone fireplace in the middle of the lounge (no chimney or anything…). But this house has a much better “vibe” than the last one – and all the animals are affected by it – especially the cats…I have never seen them so content…

Talking of weirdness – have had a bit of excitement recently…one of our employees left to go to a clients in the Philippines with P and others. Prior to going he was having a lot of issues with his wife (who he doesn’t live with since he married her without his parents knowing…you know traditional Hindu things)…well I was called and texted with messages that ranged from “I want my husband back now or I will commit suicide” to “You will regret this…I will go to any extent…” The employee called her, using the other employees’ phones (so they started getting the calls also), he called her parents, his parents but nothing seemed to make any difference…in fact, even when I said that I would not answer any more calls or texts & to stop harassing me or I would go to the police – it made no difference. So after 3 days, I had had enough. I went to see my landlord and asked his advice, & made a complaint. They must have called her because the harassment has stopped…finally.

Another bit of “excitement”…there was recently a prison breakout – 30 prisoners escaped but most turned themselves in the next day…but there are still 8 at large…so there has been helicopters and a very obvious police presence around the island…road blocks & car checks coming in & out of Port Louis…2 have been captured today – one in close vicinity to where we live…These escapees are not the really bad guys, but more politically dangerous, so the government is rather eager to capture them and soon.

Winter’s come to Mauritius – slightly cloudy skies, occasional rainy day, quite a bit of wind & temperature ranges between 16 & 24 degrees…Don’t worry – I do have jumpers to wear…