Like a Resurrection of Jesus Christ

As a good catholic, I believe in the Resurrection of Jesus Christ.

After a few months of misery, trying to sell my home in the UK, exchanging contracts, having a miserable neighbour claiming, before my solicitor, a dispute right in the middle of the process while I had the guys doing the house move dismantling my home.... only to blackmail me to sign a waiver stating that "I was all too happy with him building a base for his garage creeping inside the boundaries of my property".... only for the day after to hear form the estate agent is Spain that the vendor of my new home had pulled back unless I paid him €€€€€ more... well, after all this it looks like I have exchanged contracts (obviously I had to to let my pants a little bit further down to ease the deal)....

Well, after all this it looks like we will be happy residents of a place under the sun at Lat 40º 40' 27.85" N and Long 3º 46' 52.06" W, in Colmenar Viejo, Madrid, from where I shall be reporting on the health of the G-Wagen contingent in Spain and the troubles and tribulations of having the Spanish G-Wagen Owners' Association established.

But don't you guys think that this will be good enough for you guys to get rid of me: I have ressurected from my ashes and promise to be back with you as before.

Cheers