Leaving The Strand Forever
As I mentioned in one of my previous blogs , it became apparent in early 2024 that we couldn't stay at my brother's place forever. He'd given us a year following my Whatsapp message plea from the Philippines. It hadn't been an easy time for anyone. I'd had my face carved up, hadn't got over all our other losses psychologically speaking, and was trying desperately to heal the Gerson way, but they had their lives to get on with and the small rent we paid them didn't remotely compensate for the imposition of a family in the heart of their home. While they had originally given us a deadline of September 13th to leave, we luckily found alternative accommodation sooner. It was a tiny loft space behind a bungalow situated two miles away in the heart of Cromer for 100 pounds a month more than we were paying at my brothers. It had looked more likely we wouldn't be able stay on the coast and be forced to move back to my mother's house in land, but when this af...