This episode is dedicated to my darling Michelle who passed away in October 2021. As verbose as I am I simply don’t have enough words to express my sorrow, especially as I hadn’t been able to see her since March 2020.
No apologies for the delay in posting this, I see it was mid September when I finished writing episode 7. That was when we were given permission to open the resort on 1st October 2021 and since then it’s been all systems go. I spent the first five weeks of being open on the island as Richard was the only diver and was consequently all day every day in the water. It’s been years since I stayed on the island for such a long time and I thoroughly enjoyed it, especially our guests. We are seriously short staffed since we can no longer employ from abroad and unfortunately not many Malaysians like working on the islands. I even found myself back in the kitchen, no not cooking (apart from one evening trying out a new sea bass recipe, delicious if I say so myself!) but washing up. Took me almost 30 years to go full circle and end up back where I started! Or if you want to get really retro, 50 years and back to my washer upper days in the Hotel Rhetikon in Bürserberg, Austria, but that’s another story.
I have, however, spent the last three months wracking my brain trying to remember what actually happened from 1995, when I returned to Malaysia from Florida, until 1997 when it was irrevocable that we would stay. I rummaged in the camphor chest to find all the photos from those years, now permanently strewn across the dinning table as I go through them over and over, trying to jog my memory. What brought about my decision to stay when I can only ever remember wanting to leave? Nancy and I spent some hours trying to make a time line, using her old passports to help. It was no good, I still couldn’t answer the question of why I stayed, what on earth was I thinking? Every thought in my head was to “go home”, despite not actually having one to go to. Then, face timing the other evening, we finally hit the nail on the head, realisation dawned and it became evident that I never did decide to stay, I had absolutely no choice in the matter!
Vee was tall and blonde and vague. Annoyingly when we went out and about in town, with her pushing Richard & Jade in the double buggy, people would assume she was my daughter and I was the grandmother. She didn’t notice, I’m not sure she ever noticed anything. I was so grateful when Nancy told me she’d found a lovely girl to come and work for me as the children’s nanny. Her recommendation, “I’d employ her for my children”, was good enough for me. At first I tried to put Vee’s vagueness down to jet lag but she was simply a walking disaster. I’d find Jade playing with a bottle of bleach or some other unsuitable object left within her grasp, Richard’s “job” was to put Tiger Balm on her bites, food was dumped on their high chair trays rather than on a plate. Chatting away to others, not looking at what she was doing, she’d blithely use a nine inch knife two inches in front of the children’s noses to cut up fruit as they sat in their high chairs. My anxiety would soar as I’d see their tiny hands inching towards the interesting blade twinkling in the sun light. I’d get up early to do the children’s laundry because left to Vee their laundered clothes would somehow come out of the washing machine as filthy as they went in, just smelling worse. I kept telling myself it must be me and not her because Nancy said she was good. Every morning she walked into the nursery and every morning Richard would look at her then turn to me and say “I hate Vee”. He stated it as a matter of fact, simply informing me, rather than making a fuss. He wanted me to know I was handing him into the care of someone he didn’t like. I now realise I should have listened but at the time I just laughed it off, probably in desperation because what would I do otherwise? Besides everyone else liked her, in fact I liked her, she simply wasn’t fit for purpose, to put it bluntly.
When Daniel died I was left with two business partners. One lived at Sea Gypsy (which was never meant to be part of the deal, however he simply turned up from South Africa bag and baggage and moved in, what to do lah?). This live in partner brought a live in partner with him, so to speak, and they were both wonderful with Richard and Jade. So too was our lovely manager Samsudin, aka Sam, (although at that time he was working between bar, restaurant & kitchen). Over the ensuing years he became like a father figure to them, since he was the constant man in their lives. Our boat diver’s wife Azi basically kidnapped Jade the minute she laid eyes on her, thus Vee had a helper, or, to put it another way, Vee never had to bother about Jade. In other words the children were surrounded by love, caring people, fun and games. All they were missing was a father, and a sane mother.
I was a mental wreck trying to act normally, smiling and chatting to guests as if nothing had happened. Concentrating hard on work helped to keep me grounded. I instinctively knew I should only be with the children when I could be happy from the inside out. Since they made me happy that wasn’t too difficult but the moment I felt myself losing it I would leave them with other people. They loved each other from the start and were very happy playing together, always very self sufficient from an early age, disappearing into the jungle with pillows, blankies, teddies and books to make a cubby house. They grew up fearless and full of adventure, all very Swallows and Amazons. One of Nancy’s invaluable pieces of advice is that routine is key, so I always made myself available for “bath, book and bedtime” a regime I loved and tried never to miss. It was completely normal for Vee to disappear while I was putting the children to bed and not be seen again until the following morning, quite often late and not always in prime condition.
Nancy decided to come and visit in the spring of 1995 and she was accompanied by her great friend Helen, a pukka Norland Nanny. I have never seen two professionals quite so quick to judge a third, the third being Vee of course. They swept in and took over those children faster than a fast thing on national fast day and Nancy spent the rest of the holiday begging my forgiveness for sending her to me. She simply couldn’t understand how she could have got it so wrong. One morning during their visit Vee announced she was leaving. I asked her why and she told me it was because I was such a miserable person, always unhappy. I was horrified. She was of course correct, I was miserable and unhappy but I thought I’d really been hiding it well, apparently not. Hang on though, Nancy told her she was coming to work for a recently bereaved widow, did she expect me not to be in mourning? As useless as Vee was, she was better than nothing, and I asked her if she wouldn’t reconsider, what did she expect me to do? She calmly told me that Nancy would look after the children. Eh? I didn’t think so! Nancy was working for a world famous lead singer of a rock band and his wife who were currently touring the world and she was to catch up with them in Australia when she left Malaysia. She couldn’t simply abandon her job, even if she had wanted to, and I certainly couldn’t afford to pay a top notch nanny to work for me. That evening, as I was bathing Richard, Vee walked into the bathroom and said; “I’m leaving now, can I have my money?”
“I’m bathing Richard, I can hardly leave him to go and find money to give you. Anyway where are you going at this time of night, there’s no transport?”
It turned out she’d been quick to start an affair with a partner in another resort and that’s where she’d been disappearing to at night. She’d decided she liked the island but not working (no kidding) so chose to go and stay with him there. I asked her if she would mind coming back during the day to say goodbye to the children, when people suddenly disappeared without trace they obviously worried that they had died, like Daddy. Vee didn’t bother to come back, even though it was only a 15 minute walk, she sent someone for her money. On the other hand Richard never, ever mentioned her name again, not even to tell me he hated her!
Nancy did indeed have to leave but Helen wasn’t starting her new position for a couple of months so she kindly stayed until the end of April. She was like a breath of fresh air and the children adored her. By the way I am getting all this information from Nancy and Helen. Although I do remember them coming to visit and Vee leaving, I cannot remember Nancy leaving or Helen coming back to the island. My memory of 1995/6 is very patchy and all jumbled up, as I said I was a basket case. Helen mentioned that Mark picked her up to come to the island and that did spark some memories.
In 1993 lovely Dutch Mark cycled into our lives. Tall, handsome, blonde and fluent in English, he pitched up at Tanjong Leman and informed us he was “cycling around the world”, getting work when and where he could. How could we resist? Daniel taught him how to dive and he worked at the dive base as a dive guide and took out snorkeling trips. I remember he stayed over the monsoon and by the time we came back he was pretty fluent in Bahasa, he had an amazing ear for languages. He also had an amazing way with the ladies! We used to have KLM airline crew coming to stay when on stopover in Singapore and they all fell for him. We used to tease him about what would happen if one day more than one of them turned up on the same trip? Mark left to travel, became a diving instructor in Australia and then came back to run the dive base. All this being pre computer I’m not sure when he left the first time but I do remember he returned to run the dive base mid 1997, more of that later.
In 1995 the South Africa connection via our partner brought some lovely staff from that continent. The first to arrive was Garth, the lad that first taught me the expression “if it doesn’t kill you it makes you stronger”. Garth hadn’t quite grown into himself when he arrived at Sea Gypsy, still showing signs of a gawky teen, but was bubbly, outgoing and full of fun. He became our barman and asked if we had a job for his friend Malcolm. Since we needed a waiter we said yes. A good looking, solid, surly lad, his towhead a mass of curls and with a really broad Afrikaans accent he couldn’t have been more different from Garth. He stomped round the dining room dumping food in front of guests who wouldn’t have dared to complain had he served them the wrong order. I remember taking Malcolm aside one day and spending half an hour talking to him about his body language and service, at the end of which he told me he hadn’t got a clue what I was talking about, so I told him to forget the restaurant and rake the garden. Malcolm is still in our lives and many of you may know him as the owner of Rimba Resort!
Despite the inconceivable lose of Daniel those were the halcyon days for the resort and resort owners in general. Consequently, having secured the acre of land next to Sea Gypsy called Hillside in 1994, it was decided to put purpose built family chalets there. My partners and I having decided to sell the lease on the resort, they would increase the selling price of the business and boost our income until we actually sold. With new projects springing up all over the peninsular and guests with seemingly endless spending power, it was boom time and not expanding would have been stupid. With Nancy’s expertise and Richard and Jade as guinea pigs it seemed obvious to go for the family market. Expatriates were still given enormous packages, not only large salaries but substantial homes, car, international airline tickets and school fees. A great many of them had boats and Sibu was frequently surrounded by a flotilla of sail boats, their occupants coming ashore to spend money. We had a coterie of regular guests, that treated Sea Gypsy as their weekend getaway and we frequently asked “who’s coming this weekend” rather than “how many guests have we got this weekend”. The children didn’t realise we ran a hotel, they thought we had lots of friends and when they were told to “say goodnight” it would take forever as they would go around the lounge bar and kiss anyone in there goodnight!
April 1995 I was staying at Michelle’s home in Singapore when I received the (much smaller than expected) insurance pay out from the company Daniel had been working for. I thought about the apartment in Florida I had looked at whilst there and on a whim decided to see if it was still on the market, it was and I bought it. Michelle came back from shopping to find me sitting in “her chair” in the living room. Pre lap tops, ipads, iphones and all the other modern paraphernalia, Michelle’s chair was the equivalent of command central with her phone, her address book, her diary, even an intercom to the kitchen and all other rooms of the house, and always surrounded by piles of books and papers. She had everything she required to hand and ruled her kingdom from that seat. It was very unusual for anyone else to sit in that large comfy arm chair and so she asked what I was up to.
“I’ve just bought an apartment in Florida.”
“Then you’d better not sit in that chair again for a while if that’s the effect it has on you,” was her reply.
I immediately started making plans in my head, excited to be moving to be near Mummy and my American family. I was thankful that the children both had American passports, giving them, and consequently me, the right to live there. Meanwhile Mama would organise renting out the apartment for me as I was sure it would be at least a year before we could move.
The resort landlord had extended the lease so that we could sell 10 years clear and we started looking around for buyers. They came, they saw and they all, without exception, started talking about cutting down the trees and building dozens more chalets. I can’t remember what my business partners thought about it all but I do know I was adamant that wasn’t happening. If you haven’t seen first hand my reaction to a fallen tree or having to cut a rotting tree you may not be able to understand my putting trees before business. I honestly don’t think of myself as a crusader for the environment, I simply love trees and nature. Besides, they anchor the land on an island, you are idiotically destroying your home in more ways than one by cutting them down.
My mother arrived for two or three months mid year, she was a woman on a mission. Under no circumstances was I to move permanently to Florida, she wasn’t having it. I could move back to the UK but not to America. Sitting here 25 years later, fast approaching my 68th birthday, and having spent ten of those years living with my mother, I now wonder about her motives. I adored and admired my mother, she had so many amazing qualities, but there is absolutely no doubt about the fact that if one peeled away enough layers one would ultimately find she had it within her to be a vain and selfish woman. She didn’t have permission to live in America, had never been able to get a green card as she was always sliding down the queue because other more deserving cases had been put ahead of her. She could get a six month visa and then an extension but it left her travelling 4 months a year and she had, to date, always spent a great deal of that time with me, wherever I was. Once she could no longer travel or look after herself the plan was that she’d come and live with me, wherever I was. My living in Florida would put the kibosh on all that. Did she manipulate me or was it my decision not to move to the States? Let’s just say I believe had she possessed a green card our lives would have been very different. Anyway I started looking towards the UK instead.
I was still looking for a nanny for the children when Nancy returned in September 1995 having quit her job. She was planning on spending Christmas & New Year in Australia so thought she’d come and help out “on the way”. We were so happy to have her back that I begged her to consider joining us until we left Malaysia, to my joy and astonishment she agreed. However we also agreed that she’d work with me and learn to do everything I did for the resort so that I could spend more time with the children. When I say “everything” that didn’t include the accounts, not Nancy’s forte! Then again she wouldn’t let me talk to guests on the phone for bookings as my patience with stupid questions is not limitless, unlike hers, obviously borne from dealing with toddler’s endless questions!!
Three things of note to this story happened in 1995. Firstly the introduction of cellular phones made radio phones redundant. Consequently we lost our communication system due to the phasing out of the mainland radio phone towers and lack of cellular towers sending a signal to east coast of Sibu. Guests would walk through and say they had wanted to stay at Sea Gypsy but couldn’t contact us. Secondly, a life long BBC World Service radio fanatic and tech geek, I had been hearing about this thing called the World Wide Web and electronic mail, which I found riveting and definitely the way ahead. I believed passionately our office should be computerised. Not that I’d ever owned a computer, the closest I’d been to one was on a ticketing course at Gatwick Airport when I worked as a ground hostess for British Caladonian, circa 1974 so you can imagine the technology. Lastly I felt that Richard needed to go to kindergarten. He loved books, art, building blocks and was endlessly creative but he needed his peers for socialising. Richard and Jade had each other and an amazing teacher in Nancy but children need to socialise with others their own age. Only one thing for it, we needed to move to the mainland, now how on earth would we make that work?
It is a fact of life that no matter how much you may like someone socially, whether family, friend or acquaintance, it does not mean you can work with them. During 1996 it became blindingly obvious to me that I could not live and work with the business partner I had inherited. As charming as he could be we came from two different worlds, two different upbringings, never mind the age gap, leading to two completely different sets of ideals, principles, beliefs and work ethic. It was becoming apparent that selling the business wouldn’t be as easy as I had hoped. As far as I was concerned if we had to continue running the resort then only one of us could live and work on the island, the other had to leave, except how to make that come about?
On the one hand, for many various reasons, we couldn’t leave the partner to run the resort. On the other hand we needed to open an office and have a home on the mainland. Nancy and I spent many hours cogitating on these problems, over many, many glasses of wine, which always makes these decisions seem so much more attainable.
1995 rolled on and, because I thought I would be moving to America, I had planned a monsoon holiday in Europe to see family. We’d spend Christmas in the south of France with my brother and his family, move to the west of France for New Year with Daniel’s father George, now living in France, and then head to the UK for a couple of weeks before returning. Garth and Malcolm volunteered to stay and care take the property over monsoon. Their choice of provisions for the two months had me worrying about their getting scurvy, so I decided to feed their minds instead by leaving them a game of scrabble, a dictionary and a thesaurus. They used to ask each other what I had said because apparently I used vocabulary they didn’t understand, so I tortured them regularly by insisting they play scrabble with me, always a favourite game of mine.
My holiday in France was horrendous, although the children had a blast because they didn’t understand the grown up stuff, but no point in going into that because it has no relevance in this story, the UK was lovely. I could have kicked myself for not changing our destination to Florida once Ma had revised my long term plans.
We arrived back in Johor Bahru end of January 1996 and met Nancy at the Pan Pacific hotel.
On a drive up from Singapore with Michelle’s youngest daughter Justine sometime in 1995 I had veered off the road and asked her to write down the name and contact number of some tower blocks they were building near the Padang Seri Gelam. The three Aloha Towers are situated on a steep hill one block in from the Straits and five minutes away from the Istana park land, a lovely part of town just a stone’s throw from the Causeway and the centre of JB. She asked me what for and then laughed when I said I would like to move there. They were some of the first luxury tower blocks to be built in JB and a very large sign outside informed us they were being rented from RM5000.00 and upwards per month. Never one to be daunted I started looking for a private owner that might give me a good deal if rented unfurnished, and almost unfinished, for a short term let while they found a proper long term tenant. After all, I had no idea whether living in JB would even work. However, I didn’t take Nancy there that first day back in Johor, I took her to Straights View Condos out at Permas Jaya. They were also a new build and a really nice complex but in 1996 they stood alone, with absolutely no infrastructure to support them, one would have to travel into town for everything. As the crow flies that’s not far but in those days one had to drive miles inland to cross a narrow single lane bridge, which got completely jammed at rush hour. Despite liking the condo and the price Nancy was appalled, so I took her to Aloha Towers, which she fell in love with, as had I, and subsequently didn’t quibble about the fact the best deal I could find was RM2500.00 per month. I signed a six month lease and lived in that apartment for eight years until the landlord decided to sell it, never signing another one.
The weather was awful, full on monsoon, as we set off for Tanjung Leman the following day in our Proton Wira hatchback, with Bakri taking our luggage & supplies in the Ecovan. The road was flooded at Kota Tinggi and although Bakri got through the little Proton could not, back to the Pan Pac. The following day we set off with Nancy driving, deciding if we went via Kluang we could probably make it, and we did. The problem was it took 5 hours, was a hairy drive and the only thing that kept the children quiet was leaving The Three Little Pigs on a loop. We’d have gone insane if we hadn’t been able to get to Tanjung Leman that day and we can never listen to The Three Little Pigs again! Patlong’s bum boat was anchored off the beach (no jetty in those days), bouncing up and down in enormous waves. The 40hp was on the beach with Garth and Malcolm. As we approached the boat with the children some Chinese people raced towards us shouting stop. We waited, “You can’t go out in this weather!”
“We have no choice, we live over there.”
They looked on in horror as we all piled into the little boat and headed towards the bum boat. My fear of boats has never abated, I’ve just learned to live it, no choice. It was still raining so Nancy, the children and I sat inside the little cabin and off we set. Within minutes Jade was projectile vomiting. Malcolm grabbed her from me took off his shirt and dunked it over the side, using it to clean her up and handed her back to me. She vomited again, Malcolm washed her again, and so it went on. At some point in the proceedings Malcolm got fed up with the whole cleaning her up procedure and just held her over the side so the next wave did the job for him, sorted! We had hysterics, or maybe we were just hysterical?
By April 1996 we had moved into Aloha Towers and enrolled Richard in a brand new Montessori kindergarten up on Straits View which had three lovely Irish girls working there, thus providing Nancy with an instant set of friends. In those days the children that attended were almost exclusively expatriate, Montessori not yet having made its mark in Malaysia. Besides, unlike today, the majority of expatriates lived in a very small radius of “downtown” and was a tight knit community. When the Hyatt Regency (now the Thistle) opened in April 1996 and offered daily Happy Hour at their pool side Italian bar it became “the local”. Having said that the Holiday Inn (now the Mutiara) and the Pan Pacific both had fantastic discothèques, not to mention brilliant General Managers who became family friends. The Holiday Inn also had lovely balls and dinner theatre. Plus there were several clubs in Stulang Laut that had excellent live bands. The night life was fun and vibrant in those days.
It didn’t take long to settle into a routine, on Friday we’d pick Richard up from kindergarten, Jade was still too young to attend, much to her disgust, and head for the island. On arrival one of us would clean the family house the other would go straight to work front of house. We’d work bar, restaurant, kitchen and office all weekend and leave on Sunday evening. I’d put the children to bed when we got home, Nancy would check the fax and answer machine and catch up with reservations. The office was in our living room, the children had the master bedroom so they could use it as a play room as well. I bought a computer and spent the rest of the year sitting up all night learning how to use it. The lady that owned the company I bought it from and installed it came twice a week for months and answered all the questions I had written on the white board. Sad to say I instantly fell in love with excel spread sheets, a love affair that continues to this day.
The season came to an end and we closed for December and January, as was habit pre global warming since we knew exactly when monsoon would be. I have no idea when Garth left, I think Malcolm may have stayed longer and he definitely learned to dive. I do know the lovely Natalie joined us in 1996, again from South Africa. Blonde, pretty and quietly spoken she was an excellent addition to the Sea Gypsy family. She worked predominantly front of house but was happy to help with anything, a really sweet girl.
Christmas 1996 was to be our first Christmas in Malaysia. Nancy was going away for monsoon but Natalie had asked to stay and work through 1997 so I asked her to join the children and me at Aloha, she could still earn money by helping me there. Some British neighbours that were going to their home in Australia gave us their Christmas tree and some decorations, which we used for years. We still put the angel, Mabel, on top of our tree every year, any mention of replacing her is met with a chorus of “NO!” The four of us were very excited and enjoyed a lovely dinner on Christmas Eve, Nathalie and I indulging in a cocktail and then a bottle of wine. We were quite merry when I went to put the children to bed leaving Nathalie to wash up. The children went to sleep very quickly dreaming of Santa, having left the prerequisite home baked cookie and whiskey for Santa and a carrot for Rudolph, and I went back to help finish cleaning up. We were then going to treat ourselves to coffee, a night cap and a box of After Eight whilst watching a Christmas film before retiring.
I heard Richard cry out and raced into the bedroom to find him apologising profusely for having thrown up in the king sized bed the children shared (I’d ordered it before deciding they would have the master bedroom), he was mortified but said he felt better. Jade was still asleep but of course the bed needed changing so I popped her into my bed. I then carried Richard to the living room and sat him on my lap as I perched on the pouffe next to the Christmas tree, giving him a cuddle, telling him he could look at the lights while I changed the bed. I shall never forget the look of horror and disgust on Nathalie’s face as she turned from the sink, yellow Marigolds still on, at the sound of Richard hurling all over the Christmas tree and the wrapped presents underneath, I’m quite sure it mirrored my own. I resigned myself to a night of cleaning up sick, rewrapping presents and soothing Richard. I told Nathalie to go to bed, that I’d see to it. Jadie refused to open her presents from Santa the next morning, she wanted to wait till Richard was well enough to open his, which took a couple of days. Nathalie decided that her yearning desire to have her own children despite the lack of a partner could be put on hold for a while, so I considered renting mine out to broody single women in order to put them off.
Opening in February 1997 for Chinese New Year, life continued as before but I had been reorganising my finances over the monsoon and decided I could offer to buy my business partner out. I thought about it long and hard as it was every penny I had and I could just take that money and leave. However, the business was doing well, we could carry on building it up and find a buyer. I would be able to sell the lease and should make a good profit, if I was going to relocate to the UK I’d need as much money as possible. I finally made a decision and in May 1997 I took a deep breath and offered to buy out my exceedingly shocked business partner. I explained how I felt about our business partnership, saying I was sure he must feel the same way. He hadn’t got a clue what I was talking about, he thought everything was fine. Men!
Long story short, he agreed to go but only if I paid him the whole amount immediately, not 50% now and 50% at the end of the year, which is what I had offered. I said I’d think about it. Prior to the discussion I had been absolutely adamant that I would not shift, I would not borrow any money to do the deal, I would stand firm. However that was simply in a yes or no situation, this was different. Didn’t I believe in the growth of the business, didn’t I believe I was building a successful resort to sell? In which case why hesitate? While they were still young the children were happy playing on the island every weekend. I had Nancy and some great key staff and we all made a good team. I could borrow the money from family and friends and promise to pay them back by the end of the year, sooner if we found a buyer before then. I went back and forward in my mind, what to do for the best. By Monday morning I still didn’t know what I’d do but thought there’s nothing I can do if I can’t borrow the money, I need US$50’000. Europe and America being too many hours behind us to wake up, I called our business partner in the commercial diving company we had in the Maldives. He and his wife were lovely, and approachable. If they said yes, then I would continue to ask others. If I could raise the money within the day I’d go ahead and buy him out. By 3pm I had what I needed so that was that. The US$ had been stable at 2.4 to the Malaysian Ringgit for ages so I now owed the equivalent of RM120’000.00 in short term loans.
It seems absolutely horrid to say we were euphoric the day they finally left but we were. My mother, Auntie Fay, her sister, and my father’s youngest brother Uncle Ragnar all came to visit just for a couple of months end of June. We had a lovely time and I was full of plans to expand and sell. Life was the best it had been since Daniel had died and I finally felt I was starting to move forward.
I should have know better than to tempt fate, because that all knowing, all seeing, almighty foot always manages to come along and stomp on you, putting you back in your place whenever you get too cocky. Starting in June 1997 a financial crisis emerged that swept across most of the tiger economies of Southeast Asia and major players in East Asia, the Malaysian Ringgit crashed and by July my debt had increased to RM220’000.00. Towards the end of August 1997 a haze started to affect Pulau Sibu from fires burning in Indonesia. By September we couldn’t see the boats parked off our beach and needed a compass to get to the mainland. It lasted until November and wiped out our business for nearly three months, we were lucky if we had six guests over a weekend. My ex business partner must have been laughing all the way to the bank!
So there you have it, I wanted to leave, I planned to leave but I was stuck. I had to stay and somehow get out of the financial hole I’d managed to dig for myself. However, I’d only stay until it was all sorted. Took me nearly 30 years to do that, what with one thing and another, and I was all ready to go for it at the beginning of 2020. March 2020 covid happened. Do you think my trying to escape Malaysia somehow affects the global economy? Because here we are at the end of 2021 and I’m back in debt with no chance to escape until I manage to dig myself out of another financial hole!
If you have been, thanks for reading x
Linda, your writing is so beautiful. I’ve read each entry multiple times. Combined with the incredible story you’re telling, this is definitely a book I would buy.