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.
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