Now it’s my turn to have a good old, moan. What the blinking Henry is going on in Paphos?

I love living here; it’s my home, my faithful ol’ friend, and my roots. But honestly-it looks like a war zone.

Whilst I’m a huge supporter of our mayor-he’s a good bloke with a vision for the town he loves-I must say the devastation, dirt, filth and inconvenience that seem to go hand in hand with works projects currently underway, in my opinion, are really not worth it.

Homeless numbers are on the increase in Paphos and it’s easy to dismiss people because we may feel they are to blame for their current predicament. I’m ashamed to say that I’ve often turned my nose up at people I’ve see slouched in a drunken heap dotted around the streets of my hometown, but when you understand more about their story, pre conceived ideas seem judgemental and harsh.

We all like a good old moan now and then but for some people it seems as if their glass is always half empty.

I’m not just referring to the small minority of whingeing mainly British expats - I don’t like to discriminate - South Africans are quite good moaners too.

I’m referring to the people of Paphos in general and in particular the younger generations.

Admittedly, complaining is necessary at times and is often the only way to get things done.

We’ve all been there. Shoddy workmanship, unhelpful shop staff, the poor state of the roads, hospital queues, bad driving, inflated prices, the list goes on.

But recently, I’ve noticed how much younger people like to complain.

After a recent trip to the UK, which I thoroughly enjoyed, I realised how much I love living in Cyprus.

Although staying in London, I was struck by the polite and helpful shop staff, the wide choice of goods available, the reasonable prices-and stable ones -no three tier system here-one for the Cypriots, one for the locals and one for the tourists; the friendly attitude of passers by and the general lack of random rubbish dumps, I found myself yearning for home. I spent time growing up between both countries and have always felt torn between the two.

I realised on this trip how much Cyprus means to me, and in particular my hometown of Paphos.