Hey people.
I realise it's been a while and I apologise for that.
I've been too busy getting a job, debating how best to walk out of the job in true diva style, (after the 2nd day of induction) arguing with the physio at work because actually he doesn't know best and he's a complete idiot.
(And by saying you've worked all over Europe as a physio doesn't impress me) Anyway. .. in brief the job is basically very multicultural and very crap. Say no more.
But yet I find myself going back, and every shift trying not to have an outburst. (Although the ones I do have are just shrugged off by the multicultural people working there)
The only plus thing is the girl on my wing is called ....... Maddy. She's an Aussie and she's great. But got sent home last week ill so that put me in a diva hissy fit for about 4 hours.
I hope she's there tomorrow.
Also while we're on the subject of health care. My darling husband has decided to have toothache. Now those of you who may remember last time he decided to have to toothache he ended up being rushed to hospital and having a 3 day sleep over there. (Anything to avoid housework)
Anyway. ... After a trip to the nice young dentist on Saturday morning and $120 lighter (it was $160 but we got $50 back from medicare... don't ask me how it works I have no idea, then getting a prescription and handing over $40. We make our way home.
The outcome of the appointment being yes he has toothache and the best thing to do is have it out.... but the nice young dentist said the tooth roots are mahoosive (she actually said it's got giant roots but mahoosive sounds better right?!) and it's cutting across his sinus, so she doesn't want to risk taking it out as it's so mahoosive so referred him to a consultant.
(Good job I have a job... in my head I'm kissing goodbye to all the clothes and shoes I was planning on buying this week..... not including the ones I bought in Sydney on Friday - more about that later 
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So he's dosed up on antibiotics and pain relief, we trundled down to have yet more x-rays today (as nice young dentist couldn't get all the tooth in with her machine)
Only to get there to find out nice young dentist hadn't filled out Sean's dob. So we had to wait an hour for that to be faced down.
After having another x-ray we then phone the consultant ... oh after being charged another $42 for it, only to be told he has to wait until next Monday. Little diva fit had by Sean this time and we managed to get an appointment for this afternoon at 3.15
Nice young dentist said they'd whip it out there and then but I doubt that very much. (I'm resisting knocking it out myself, this is an expensive hobby of his)
So I will keep you posted how he gets on.
Sigh.
Ob is chuffed as he wants the tooth, has the last one and in his own words "wants to get as many body parts from you dad as possible"
Cue lock on the bedroom door time 
So as I mentioned I went to Sydney shopping. Sean had a meeting so dropped me off with the agreement I'd get the bus back so he avoided the rush hour. So I'm feeling in control and I know where I'm going.
(I actually followed the crowd because I couldn't work out the directions on my phone properly)
I get to the shopping mall and I'm happy mooching. Did the typical girly thing and went to the same shop twice before deciding yes I do want that jumper.
Came out the mall and Hmmm confused couldn't find the rest of the shops (It's split into 2 halves with a pavement bit through the middle) phone comes out again try to navigate but it's too stupid. (The phone not me) so then I go back in to the mall do the same shops again that I'd just been in (just in case I forgot to look at all the stuff in there)
find some designer shops resist the urge to go in there. With only 1 pair of shoes on display with no price tag I'm not sure I really want to go in anyway
By now my feet are killing me as I'd worn new boots and had walked nearly 9 miles. (Phone is good at telling me that just not where to go)
I then think I'll catch the bus to Ikea and chill there for a bit. So I walk in the direction my phone tell me (it said a 4 minute walk to the bus stop with a 41 minute bus ride) perfect.... so after walking for 23 minutes, passing the same lot of builder 3 times and them asking me if I'm lost "oOh no" I say "I just like retracing my steps" Sigh
I find the bus stop and wait ... the ones that went past say you have to request them.
I merely just stand there looking hopeful and yay the bus stopped.
I jump on and ask bus driver lady (BDL) "is this going to Ikea tempe"
BDL "I duno"
Me "oOh my phone says it should"
BDL "well maybe it does"
Me "oohh"
BDL "jump on anyway we'll soon see"
Me "I'd rather know this is the right one"
BDL "I'm sure it is, $3.30 for your ticket"
So on I get and hope for the best. The guy in front after 10 minutes turns and asks me If I knew what bus we were on I reply the 422 and he's actually on the wrong bus so jumps off. I'm then debating how soon before a stop do you ping the bell.
My phone has shown that I was on the right route at least... but not knowing when the stops were coming up my hand kept darting up to the bell not knowing whether to press it or wait..... in the end I pressed it and yay there was the lovely big blue box Ikea in front of me.
Hobbling to the store with aching feet and arms full of shopping bags I sit and relax and have a coffee (followed by a quick walk through the store just to check everything is as it should be) 
(checked phone and I've walked 10.6 miles) 
10 minutes before getting off the highway I have 5 tx's come through from Charlotte in complete panic stations saying she's on the bus and too scared to get off as there's a weird man talking to her and her mate.
So in between trying to find Sean a chemist that's open and rescuing her I was a little fraught.
Managed to work out where she was and sort her without having to forgo the trip to the chemist. Got there with 10 minutes to spare. Another $40 lighter.
See what I mean about him being an expensive hobby.
Am trying to think what else to tell you .... oh I now feel confident walking into our bedroom when it's dark without the need to turn the light on and do the scary search. Result hey!
I still tap and bang my shoes just to check 
My new phrase when Sean wants to buy something I don't want him to or I think is too expensive is "not today or tomorrow" it's working just not with the blummin tooth. Sigh.
Stupid questions I've been asked this week at work -
Do you eat the same sort of food in England
Are you Scottish
Does your food come in packaging
How do you spell your name.... oh really that's way too many e's
I'm sure there's more but those are just the ones I remember.
I went on a wineries tour last week which was fab, went with 4 Aussies and 1 Swedish lady (the Swedish and 1 of the Aussie ladies are who Sean works with, the other 2 Aussie ladies were the first Aussie ladies sister, the other Aussie was first Aussie lady's husband who was designated driver (and in the bad books, but drank more than me which was a worry but a very nice man) keeping up so far?!
Anyway these people know their blinking wine. I had no idea, every thing's shortened Chad ... aka chardonnay, Sav aka Sauvignon Blanc Etc etc. But they were all really lovely and it was a very nice day out. I personally couldn't taste the difference between any of them but hey ho. Got to one winery and the guy asked me where I'm from and when I said Bristol (no ones heard of lovely old Weston Super Mare) He then went on a 10 minute speech asking me if I knew Mr so and so... "you don't. ... but everyone knows him"
Erm no I don't. Anyway he sounded like a nice fellow if I could just remember his name I'd tell you, maybe one of you know him!! Hahaha
We stopped at Poachers Pantry for lunch and after deciding what I wanted (queue rolling eyes for those of you that know how hard it is for me to choose food) I opted for the duck.
Omg it was like something out of a magazine. Very fancy posh grub the sort that you don't know what to eat and what's just there to look pretty. It had a dollop of what can only be described as diarrhoea (sorry but it did) and actually tasted pretty poo too, and a chocolate jus, which was just plain odd. I ended up leaving most of it but everyone licked their plates clean so I felt a bit odd.
We then went to a chocolate place which was very nice but after having Cadbury my whole life nothing else cuts it. 
In the evening Sean, the 3 Aussies and I went to a secret speak easy club. It was amazing. The barmen were amazing (and very handsome in their denim aprons) it was good fun watching them mixing the cocktails (which tasted incredible)
You really wouldn't have looked out of place in a flapper dress holding a long cigarette. (Well maybe the boys among us would look out of place.
Right, so I've been typing this most of the afternoon while Sean is trying to look for some where for us to go for our anniversary in a couple of months.
We're now at the consultants.... keep you posted.
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