The title of this post? Not the ‘eagerly’ awaited third installment by Alex Garland to follow the UK zombie apocalypse films of 28 days later and 28 weeks later, but rather the time that has passed since my first blog post. No time at all really. Nothing. Nowt. Nada. Res. 28 months ago I wrote a post to celebrate having seen every month of the calendar in our new Spanish home. Now we’ve been in Peñiscola, Castellon three years and four months and quite a bit of water has passed under the bridge, as the saying goes. Perhaps not unlike how Alex Garland would have written it, we’ve survived the odd virus, as the snowflake ‘fleshies’ we’ve suffered the endless gloating of the zombies that voted leave in the 2016 referendum and we’re now just waiting on the promised UK apocalypse. We’re still a family of three. Still loving where we live. However, we’re well and truly convinced  by the famous assertion that Spain is a great place to live but a terrible place to work. There’s no doubt a hint of burnt out millennial about my opinion (and it’s not as though my 13 years working in the UK were the picture of self fulfillment) but I’m not at all happy with the work culture that I’ve found myself in. Thankfully work isn’t the be all and all and the bitter is interspersed with enough sweet. Which brings me to the ‘sweet centre’ reason for posting anew. We’re soon going to be a family of five, not three, with Vanesa, Linc and I expecting twins in May. It’s been a tricky journey to get here but we’re expecting two baby girls and we’re over the moon. We’re under no illusions that it will be tough not having family close by and it coinciding with the final season of Game of Thrones but with the Spanish blueprint for work-life balance, we’ll be fine (choke, choke!). One thing is for sure, I won’t leave my next post until Ágata and Matilda are 27 months old! There’ll be something post-worthy before then. Even if Theresa May will still be holding so called ‘meaningful’ votes.