Airbed fight

Morning everyone, or afternoon or evening which ever it is for you when you read this.

I'm currently sat in the library on sat on a chair that is on a slant going down which I cannot fix and the screen I am using is also pointing down and its on some sort of metal arm that should be able to adjust yet mine doesn't and it keeps slipping down. So not a great start but I'm not complaining.

We still haven't got Internet at the house hence why I'm here. I could tell you about how angry Sean has been getting but to be honest I've only go an hour on the computer and it'll take me all that time to just scratch the surface. Sean without Internet is like me without my shoes (you get the picture)

There is a old man opposite me coughing and its slightly annoying as he's not even covering his mouth. First sigh of the day!

Anyway back to the subject in hand .......

First I have to say after writing each week I honestly think I cannot write anything that will top it but this week I think I can....

So lets set the scene, its last Thursday - the day all our wordly goods arrive. Yippee.

I wake up to ... as the subject says to bad wind. NOT MINE I have to say, but its literally blowing a gale outside but I don't let that dampened my spirits. Hell no.

So I've been told by Maureen that the guys will be at the house between 11 -12. Perfect. Plenty of time for me to do the empty room inspection several times and gives me time to deflate 2 single airbeds and one double airbed. Oh and pack away 2 camping chairs.

So I start with the single airbeds. Even managed to get them back in the box they came from. Feeling pretty smug I start on the double one.

OH my days this thing has grown, it is NOT folding right it is NOT going in the box it came from and it is NOT doing what I want it to. I will not let it beat me so I wrestle, swear and kick it and eventually it goes in the box. I put it away in the laundry room vowing never to see it again.....

Its about 9.30 am now, empty room check done, think I'll have a coffee.

Sitting there I decide to move the car so the movers have got more room in (the double garage hehe) so I press the button to open the door NOTHING. Press it again. Still NOTHING.  Press the key fob, yup  NOTHING.

Crap. Trying not to panic I phone the letting agency who says she'll check with the owner and get back to me straight away.

Sean then tx's to say he's in the Canberra times in the society bit, not wanting to miss this I walk to Guru to get a copy. (its a free weekly magazine that has all whats going on in Canberra) Anyway yes there he is looking all cool and yummy. Not sure why they took his pic though, it was from the Canberra show he worked at last week.

On the way back to the house I get a phone call from the movers saying they're stuck in traffic and won't be here till 1pm. OK I guess can't be helped.

An hour has passed now since I called the letting agency. So I phone her back,she says all I need to do is press the reset button on the unit. So I grab a wonky bar stool (one that the kids put together so not 100% tight, hey ho. And clamber up it to look at the reset button Only there isn't one. So I turn it off at the plug besides the unit and stand on the stool for a while whilst looking for scaries, Turn the unit back on climb down form the stool and press the button. NOTHING.

Do this about 3 times in the hope it may work but it doesn't. So I ring the letting girl again and guess what? She's gone out. So I explain again I need this door open today slightly shrieking at the receptionist 'My wordly goods are coming today' I get put through to another letting agent who explains all I need to do is pull the red cord back and the door will open and that will reset the door.

Awesome, feeling accomplished I walk back to the garage to pull the cord. Only the bloody car is parked in the middle of the garage where the cord is hanging down. Sigh, not a problem, I scrabble to grab the cord and then walk back to lift the door, I get about 1/4 of the way up and I cannot hold it anymore, my feet are slipping the door is heavier than I don't know what and the cord is NOT moving. so I let it pull me back to the starting position. Do this a few more times and on the last time I get a little higher, high enough to see 2 builders opposite who are standing there mouths wide open looking shocked to say the least. The door will NOT open.

So brain wave, I walk across the road slightly hysterical and tears in my eyes I speak to the first builder lets called him Silent Jim 'Please can you help me, my wordly goods are coming today and I cant get my garage door open, I was wondering if you could help' His reply - absolutely NOTHING. He just stands and stares at me with his mouth touching the floor, to say the lights were on would be a huge lie, there was nothing on with this guy. I keep looking at him expecting a reply he keeps looking at me, (and my hair wasn't even wild today so I knew it wasn't that)

'Can you help me' I practically scream. Still nothing.

I then hear from the builder on the roof  lets called him Slow Mo "don't bother speaking to him, he doesn't speak English'

Marvellous.

"Can you help me then please' I whimper.

He replies he can, but then DOESN'T move. So I'm still standing there being stared at by silent Jim still gawping waiting for slow MO, a few minutes pass, so I shout "Are you coming then or not, I need my door opened my goods are coming today'

Slow Mo meanders down and starts to try and open the door from the outside, seriously I'm thinking now I should've asked the neighbours dog to help (Dayus) he'd have been more useful.

I explain to the slow Mo I don't think the door will open that way so I suggest to go into the garage. Here he has the same problem as me the cord will not pull all the way back. So I suggest he gets the door high enough so I can drive out (I'm even contemplating doing A team style out the garage but don't think that will go down well with the owner)

So what does he do, gets it high enough asks me to hold it when I've told him its too heavy and shoves a box of grass seed in the side to keep the door open and then walks off. Cheers Mo.

So I have a few seconds I'm guessing before that falls, so I jump in the car, rev it way to high (accidentally) and drive out sort of A team style but not through the actual garage door.

Park up and walk casually back to the garage while shouting thank you to Mo, Jim is still gawping. (he honestly was)

Try to get the grass seed out only I can't because Mo has put it too high up, so I have to jump several times to release the box and quickly grab the cord to stop the door smashing to the floor. Then I start to chuckle because I think this will make a good story to tell you lot!

More time to do the empty room check now.

(Jeeze just checked the time on the computer I only have 15 minutes left, you only get an hour a day, I'll come back tomorrow and reply to everyone that's emailed separately)

Right so the movers turn up ridiculously late and I know there wasn't a bad accident because I checked, any how. They arrive and announce they're called Yannis and Eddie. An hour later Sean arrives (back from Sydney where the movers have taken & hours to come from yeah right, Sean did it in 3, took the hire car back and went to his office)

I'm sat there marking off the boxes they're calling out, the first maybe 20 or so are clothes or shoes, several comments from then about how many shoes does one person need. Erm excuse me I told them there is 4 of us!!!

Sean arrives and I introduce them as Yannis and Eddie which is what I've been calling them, a few minutes later Yannis announces to Sean his name is Eunice (maybe not spelt like that but that's how he said it) and Eddie suddenly became Alex. What on earth.

Then they proceed to ask me where abouts in Scotland am I from. 'I'm not scottish' I shriek, they simply say 'well you sound it'

Right I have to go only 7 minutes left and I have to check a few other things online.

I'll be back tomorrow she says in her true Scots accent.

Forgetfulness and accents

So this week as the subject says is forgetfulness and accents. 

So my forgetfulness was this week at work, when an hour and a half into the shift I was that angry, frustrated and down right ready to cry due to lets be polite here and just say communication barriers with other staff. I storm up to the RN in charge and in true Maddi diva style arms flinging, hair majorly frantic and scream "Peachy please can I move to another wing or I am going to knock someone out"

Probably not the best choice of phrases but if you could see who I worked with you'd understand. I was informed "lets meet after breakfast and work out a plan"

Awesome I thought, Peachy is going to let me knock someone out, I know who's going to be first but it was a toss up for who would come in second place and third. 

As I'm literally fighting the urge to knock out first place I'm thinking how quick can Sean get me (sharing a car, he's broken the UTE) or can I catch a bus.... fills me with dread as I don't even know where the stop is or which one to catch. Then think perhaps my friend could pick me up, all while having to walk around with my hands in my pockets for fear of actually taking out first place. 

I'm even thinking I'll pretend Ob is ill and walk home. (But then realise it will take 3 hours to do that) 

We then have a meeting Peachy invites all the other staff (first place down to third place, the only person I don't want to knock out is a student who's very lovely and actually speaks to me) So things are delegated after I tell Peachy what a terrible wing it is and then have to explain what bitty means and plate spinning. (don't think she really understood but finally did when I said "working here is crap") 

I can't help myself. 

I then have a break and meet up with the staff from the first wing I worked on who are lovely and I explain to them that I want to knock first place out which they find hilarious and then I explain if I had the car I would leave right now. 

I then have to struggle through the rest of the shift still fighting the urge to take first place out until lunch time, I meet up with the nice staff and as we are sitting there I suddenly have a light bulb moment .....

I had the car all along. I dropped Sean off at work. I had the car. Sigh, If it wasn't so funny I would have actually cried. Double sigh. 

Obviously the nice staff thought this was hilarious too, so I have my qualities. 

Also at work this week a Doctor informed me that I do a very good English accent. and when I said I was English he gave me a very surprised look, raised his eyebrows and walked off. 

This was the conversation I also had a work with the cafe girl (CG) 

CG "I love your English accent,what country are you from"

Me "ERM, England"

CG "No way, really"

Me "Yes, hence the accent"

CG "I don't think I have an accent"

Me "Yes you do, Australian"

CG "Really? Do you think so"

Me "Yes yours is Australian"

CG "Oh"

Me confused and surprised sit down and drink my triple shot coffee (I needed it) 

Do you remember when we first arrived and having a major trauma with bedding at Ikea? Course you do. 

Well this weekend we went to Huskisson with friends (We forgot towels, like you do, hey ho, no we didn't stink all weekend we borrowed one from them) 

anyway.... the big debate when we got there, where will we all sleep, 4 rooms to choose from, one double bed bunk bed (single on top) 2 singles, 2 doubles or an air bed. 

After much deliberation the boys decided to share the 2 single bed room (had a air hockey table in) 

Charlotte then decided to sleep in the double bed bunk bed with one girl on the top single. Me and Sean in the double room downstairs, Sarah and Jonny upstairs with their other daughter on the air bed. Sorted. 

So .... Ob asks for help to make the bed. So I'm armed with the fitted sheet ... put the top corner on ok and try to put the other top corner on and it doesn't t fit, try and stretch it to the bottom the top corner flies off, Get Ob to hold down the top corner and try again, still no luck. We pull and pull, turn the sheet round try it again no luck. The only small glimmer was that some how I'd managed to make it fit the top 2 corners. Tell Ob he can't move all night and had to sleep in a ball to where the sheet ends. Confused as to why this single bed does not fit Ob's single sheet and found out as we were leaving that its not actually a single bed, its called a king single. So my question still stands why is a single not a single and what on earth is a king single? 

As you can see in the picture looks like a single but MOST definitely is NOT a single. Sigh

The firing squad

Sean had Monday and Tuesday off this week as he worked at the show this weekend.  We went to Sydney which was amazing, we saw the Opera house (which we thought would be bigger) and the Sydney bridge. Both equally as impressive and can't actually believe I've seen them in real life!

On the way there we stopped for a coffee and Sean checked his emails... YAY the shipping container has passed customs....... BOOO 3 items DID NOT pass quarantine.......

The items being 1 mountain bike (Of which 3 more were in the container, a gold one nobody likes and thats the one we make which ever child is being particularly annoying on a bike ride day ride, My clunky old black one and Sean's Boardman which he loves to bits) and OH MY GOD ..... 2 pairs of shoes. 

Now we have the option.... we can have them blown up or cleaned (not sure if they do get blown up but sounds more dramatic doesn't it!)

We deliberate (have a few tears) and then decide that the bike can stay the shoes can go. 

Sean then replies (after refusing to ask for pictures of the shoes) with our decision. The music of who wants to be a millionaire playing quietly in the background. 

Maureen (shipping lady) responds by saying its just as much to have the items cleaned as it is to have them destroyed. A small whimper of joy from me incase it is mine. 

More deliberation. We then choose to save the shoes (in the back of mind I'm sure it can't be any of mine, lets be honest I love my shoes I am NOT in the habit of trampling through mud with them on) I am at this point thinking its probably the kids (well why not they weren't there to defend themselves) 

We then hear from Maureen that she can't actually let us know how much any of this will be as she has to get back to the shipping company in Holland and ask them. Seriously. And of course with the time delay that won't be today. 

Grrrr. 

BUT she did promise that if she can't get hold of them in time she will send our container out for Thursday (YES TOMORROW) and the dirty items will be sent separately)

So we finally get all our things tomorrow am so relieved that the container didn't fall off the boat, and hoping that the cleaning cost actually isn't that much. GULP. 

(Sean's planning on putting it on expenses anyway so thats good) 

One more sleep tonight on the air bed and then I get my nice king size one back. HOORAH. 

We get to say goodbye to the camping chairs as well (have to say they aren't great at sitting on all night either) but best of all iIget my shoes. YEEHAH. I keep thinking of all the things that are coming, its going to be like Christmas. 

Only bad thing is the pest people were coming on Friday but they've had to be cancelled, can't have them here whilst the moving guys are. So they're rebooked for the 17th March. I am still Will Smith at night and tonight I don't know what I'm going to do. Sean's in Sydney overnight and that means a sleepless night for me. Guess I'm just gona have to brave it. Gulp and sigh. 

Just remembered something else to share.... remember I said about the dog food being in the fridge.... well the other day we were at Coles (funnily enough not by the fruit isle this time) and saw chicken necks for sale. After a lengthy discussion that yes its actually chicken necks in the fridge next to chicken thighs and breasts we later in the week find out thats for your dog too. What on earth. 

One last thing as I need a coffee and I have to do the empty house patrol and check that all rooms are still indeed empty!! 

Ob had a mate round yesterday (apparently he wanted to see that the house was actually empty) he went to Ob's room and saw yes he is sleeping on a air bed, then asked him horrifically 'Owen why are your thongs on the floor' 

Ob replies disgustingly 'I DO NOT have thongs' his mate replies 'yes you do, there, they should be put away' 

Owen then offers him a drink of squash to which his mate looks very confused and asked him 'what' Ob then has to show his the squash bottle, his mate then says 'you mean cordial' then continues to tell Ob that 'you guys call things really stupid names' 

After he left the penny dropped and Ob realised that his mate was talking about his flip flops on the floor. 

Poor Owen was NOT amused thinking he had thongs in his room!!!! 

Right you lot , back to work you go. I'm going to brave the outside and sit on the decking while I drink my coffee. 

Always dress to impress

Hey everyone.

Hope you're all well? All good here, well actually we had a mini crisis on Monday but I'll explain about that in a bit (haha now you have to keep reading!) 

Let me start by continuing where I left off last week.... remember at the petrol station, wild hair... short dress.... well, after getting Sean from work we then had to go and pay the stamp duty on the car. 

After finding the place and Sean getting slightly irate because we were a little lost (and because he had to buy smart clothes and the shops shut here at 5.30 more about that in a min too) We walk in to this place and the to be honest if I'd walked in wearing a straight jacket and one high heel one flip flop I think the lady at the desk would've looked at me less horrified. She quickly offers us a clipboard and a pen and directs us to the side... away from all the other people. 

After filling the forms out we then get called up, Sean then thinks its a good idea to get our English licences converted into Australian ones 'to save time coming back' I agree then gulp realising they will take a picture, they had no straighteners (yes I did ask) I try and persuade Sean that we can go back but he is insistent. Anyway to cut a long story short my driving license here is just a mass off hair with a rabbit in headlight expression and it is NOT good. Am very pleased to say though that when Sean showed Ob his he cried with laughter and said Sean looks homeless. RESULT. 

When shown mine....... do I admit what he said..... 

Ok then, he said I looked like the crazy cat lady from Simpsons. I don't know this character so unsure if thats a compliment or not? Knowing Ob i'm guessing not. 

After spending nearly an hour here, the lady processing us admitted to 'loving your accent so I'm taking my time so I can speak to you longer' great lady but we're in a hurry its now gone 4.30 and we have clothes to buy. She did eventually release us. 

We then head straight to the mall run to the department store Myers... ignore people hoovering, how rude its still 30 minutes till closing and run true Anneka Rice style to the mens bit. 

Then thats where the trouble begins, instead of having things in inches its in cm. Come on. 

Sean frantically asking google what his measurements are in cm, me flying through the clothes shrieking 'what about these' Sean then booming out that he's not going to pay these prices and to find him something cheaper. 

He find some that he's prepared to pay for tries them only because I made him, good job really because he comes out shouting 'these trousers are stupid and don't fit' 

Back to google he goes with me still running around shrieking what about these trousers, those trousers blah blah. He then finds some that fit. HALLALUYAH. 

Then he needs shoes (I should explain why he needed this, he was going to a corporate dinner with Ikea at the royal Canberra show that Ikea sponsored at the weekend and everyone had to dress up, otherwise he'd not been as keen to go shopping) 

Right shoes my speciality.... he's a 9, awesome, can't be that hard.... WRONG... get to shoe bit and suddenly its a 43 here a 41 there a 9 over there. 

This did not bode well as now the time is 5.20 pm people are practically getting their coats on. I throw a boot at him which says its a 9 and say try this, he can even get his toes in the top, (didn't help that I threw him a right boot and told him left)  throw him another which is now like a boat. The suggestion of putting carrier bags in the toes DID NOT go down well. 5.25pm now .... can start to hear the odd tut and sigh. 

Sean then decides we'll go to Big W they open till 7pm. 

So that's what we do, and we find him a pair of $15 shoes BARGAIN!!

But my question is why isn't a 9 a 9, and when I bought flip flops I had to buy an 8!!!! Whats that all about, I'm a 6 not an 8. Sigh.

Monday morning drama's

Monday morning here and already as the subject says I've had dramas.

Thought I'd investigate Crace today or as my phone auto corrected to Sean the other day in a message "just heard crack is nice" 

Sigh. 

The funny thing is he just took it in his stride as if that's an every day quote from me.

Anyway I put the directions on my phone and jumped on the bike. Only the directions are rubbish.  It tells me to turn right across some dirt land which I am NOT doing, I then get swooped at by a magpie and its not even October yet so I grumble under my breath at him,  ignore turn right and carry on. 

Then the thing starts screaming at me turn left, sharp right I now look like I'm having an epileptic fit on the bike. Sigh. So I stop while the phone re routes and off I go. 

I'm on a roll I am whizzing I'm enjoying this until...... I realised the phone hasn't shouted at me in at least 3 or 4 minutes. 

Stop (again) and check phone I have no idea where I am, the phone has no idea where I am, more re routing. Finally finds me and tells me to go straight on.....to where I've just come from. Seriously I have passed the same 2 people walking their dog 3 times now. 

I stop again to re route and then off I go again, phone in left hand one headphone speaker in to hear phone and I'm happy...... 

I try to get past a group of bumbling women with of course a pushchair. Oblivious that I'm trying to pass them. Lake to the left so can't go left try going right at which point stupid woman on the end - we'll call her SW for short also goes right, so I go further right and so does she. 

Lady I'm on a bike lost and not in the best of moods move (I don't say) 

Emergency brake to stop as she is clearly not getting the point that I want to go around her not through her and her stupid squawky friends. 

I pass SW (eventually) to which she starts screaming 'where's your bell, where's your bell where is YOUR bell' 

Ignored and silently hope she falls in the lake.

I'm back on a roll, loving the breeze, enjoying the view of the Lake until this old man on a bike comes out of no where and blocks my path, WHHAAAT. 

He's so slow and is not getting out of my way (maybe I do need a bell) 

The phone now is also screaming turn left, immediately right. 

I cannot go IMMEDIATELY right as it's a wall stupid phone.  

Old man goes straight which is good and I then have to do a u turn to find the actual immediately right turn I was supposed to take.  Yay result, straight on for 1km I'm told. And relax...... until........ I'm on the golfing green. Apparently there are signs, apparently it's members only, apparently it's no bikes on the green. 

Head hung and off I peddle. How was I supposed to see the sign I'm too busy trying to find Crack!!!! 

Anyway I'm here, and sat in Guru but the coffee is awful but at least I'm here. It only took me 8 minutes longer to get here and 3 km longer than it should have so result (I think)

Getting home will be easy, I know exactly where I'm going 

There are no lovely restaurants like the radio said only a chicken pizzeria (how does that even work out) oh and a Supabarn. So after this email I'm going to mooch round Supabarn.

Oh and people of Australia do not know what mooch is, I know this because I said it to someone the other day 'hey how you going, do you need any help' kind lady asks

'No thanks I'm just mooching' I say

'You're what' kind lady wonders

'Just mooching' I reply 

Kind lady 'oh, ok ... I think' 

I didn't really twig until a few minutes later. Never mind. 

The mind of a washing machine

My afternoon so far... (it's now 6 pm) 

Found out from Sean the key fob for the flat car park was in the car all along so off I went to move the car. 

On returning to the flat I see what that machine had done.  

See attached pic. 

It made me chuckle if nothing else. And bugger me it was so heavy to push back. 

Then have dramas with the tumble drier on account that our duvet cover was in there over 2 hours and still wasn't dry when I needed to leave to get Sean. 

Thought I'd be nice and fill the car up for Sean. Got to Costco.  .... Our card doesn't work because over here they have a bar strip not a bar code. So call the attendant over who is very helpful and starts to explain what to do. Meanwhile I'm frantically trying to unlock the petrol cap. Helpful man (HM) says "have you done this before" 

Me "No not on this car, it's new" I say very proudly while still fighting with the lock. 

The key then gets stuck and won't budge. (This key was cut the other day from the original) 

I'm starting to panic while holding down shirt dress and Monica hair is getting in a state with the wind...

HM says "the clicking means you're turning it the wrong way" 

Me "oh is it? The keys stuck I can't budge it" 

HM "shall I have a go" 

Me " yes please" Sigh 

HM " Erm it's unlocked" 

Light bulb moment I remember Sean telling me this now so I happily reply "yes I know" 

HM.. blank stare. 

So I start to fill up, get to $14 and think crap am I even putting in the right fuel.

I know it's not diesel. Theres 2 other types red unleaded and yellow unleaded.

Sean keeps saying I have to put in ultra extreme summat over 95. Ring any bells to anyone?  Nope not me. So then I'm scanning the forecourt and then deep breathe realise I'm doing it right. (You wouldn't have thought I have my own family, run my own house and have had a full time job for the last goodness knows Hahaha) 

Hopefully that's it for now!! 

Heart attack at 6am

(Bear in mind it's only 11.10 here at the moment and this is my morning) 

I had to write and tell you this, I was either going to have - end of the road as the subject, earthquake at 6 am or, heart attack at 9.30am equally as good but didn't want to worry anyone so went with the first one. 

So let's starts with the subject title ... just had to get the road worthy done on the car aka MOT (lasts as long as you own the car so better than an MOT) (fyi helps to wear a short dress - gets you $7 off and you get it done 30 mins early) while I'm there in said short dress I'm glancing round Quinneys office aka car dude. I'm thinking he has a tidy office,  clean too, then I glance up .... I AM NOT joking. I nearly threw up, cried, passed out, ran and screamed all at the same time. 

I thought it was a bloody bat hanging down, I'd have preferred a bat I think. Actually no scrap that my hair is beyond Monica style at the moment. . 

Anyway this thing was literally the size of a bat. I was perched on the end of my chair ready to run out the door. 

Thank god Car dude only took 5 mins to do road worthy (no exaggeration) all he did was start the car looked around it and signed the forms. 

I practically ran out of his garage as fast as possible in silly dress and flip flops. 

I'm at the flat now doing washing (the keys have to go back on Monday so then it really will be down to the river) 

I will keep you posted about today's washing and how it ends up. Grrrr. 

On the way here came down the new highway that's being built and saw a girl construction worker holding a sign saying slow. Got me thinking ..... I could do that job. She had nice boots on and a hard hat (I want / need a hard hat... this will be explained in a bit) then I thought I could practice my Gangnam style ... but then I'm not sure the motorists would appreciate it so back to the drawing board. 

So earthquake at 6 am. To say I'm sleeping bad is an understatement but hey ho. All of a sudden I'm woken by a shake.... A thud and a flap... 

I bolt up in bed 'some things landed' I shriek. Sean bless him leapt from the ground (we're on airbeds did you know!) he was like a ninja. Only to find it was a moth. A giant mahoosive one as well. Sean asked me what I wanted him to do. I reply don't know, just do something so he's sees it fly into the walk in wardrobe and shuts the door. 

Not sure that was the best but at the time I was ok with it. 

Gingerly get out of bed and get ready to take him to work. 

Now you see why I need the hard hat. 

On return to the house from dropping him off I strip the bed to find another one or the same mahoosive moth flapping IN MY BED. Asked Ob if he was any good at catching moths he said he's not. Great... so I very bravely got a tea mug (not one I drink out of) scooped it up and covered it with a bit of paper and had Ob standing by the door to release it. 

Get back to the room and there's a scary on my bed. Omg... flicked off and squatted.

My stress and anxiety levels are not good and it's now only 8 am.

Walked Ob to school (scanning as I go) he lost his pencil case yesterday and was worrying about is, found now so all is well. 

Tx Sean about my hideous morning and bless him has arranged for the exterminators to come in a week Friday. 

Till then I'm sleeping on the sofa (aka camping chair). They spray the house / garden so nothing can get in and it lasts for a year! Yay. 

On the way to the flat from the garage I think I know where I'm going until.... I literally am at the end of the road. It just turned into a dirt track. Seriously I'm not joking... (mental note to actually pay attention when driving) got back on the road and thought just go left.... when I saw signs for Sydney I guessed I'd gone a little wrong.

But it's all good, got here in the end. ... forgot to bring the fob for the underground car park so have had to park about 3 miles away and carry all bedding and dirty clothes to the flat. 

To say I look like a state is an understatement, and then to top it off my dress is caught in my bag showing far to much thigh than I'd like. 

Sigh. 

Hope your morning is as eventful as mine. Can't imagine what this afternoon is going to bring!!