My move to Spain, Part 1.

Oh, must have been 11 or 12 years ago when I decided I'd seen enough grey skies, the time was right to sell my bungalow on England's south coast, life was getting dull playing scabble & checkers or watching cartoons like the Simmosons & Bambina or films like Back to the Future on TV, I was getting lazly, question was where to go, the place I was looking for had to be goodenuph to last the rest of my life, I had a particolor place in mind, somewhere I'd heard life is best, a mountain location with loads of fruit trees, oranges, lemons & cherrie, a place of serenity .
It was June, plainly I had act quickly as I'm not getting any younger & neither was my old tom cat who would make the move with me, it order for me not to be lonely it was also nessasary to take my puppy, so packing my teddybear the move was on, saying goodbye to my neighbours Bob an Jac it was into the car & away, the property I'd selected was on a mountain, well away from everything, it was even sola powered, with a dirt road, gullies at the side to carry away rain water, history for area tells of invasions from Africa which was why the area became inhabited in the first place, being high up you can see for miles & even invading force of Africans on camels can easily be warded off.
Just the first part of the story, I feel it would have been a cyn for real if I hadn't made the move, in fact I would probably have been tormented for the rest of my life. What's left to now? Well I still have to quit & become a non smoker amongst other things.