Tuesday, 10 November 2015

Another Aldi experience.

So last night I stopped off to Aldi to get some picnic food (more about this later)
Struggle yet again with the trolley coin as I have done all the other times I go to Aldi (which fyi is one of 3 as you know supermarkets here in Canberra, Sigh.  Do miss Sainsbury, any how)
So after struggling with the trolley coin (they don't have baskets here presumably so you buy more or don't pinch them? I managed to get the trolley with the worse wheels ever and just ever so slightly bumping into some poor person walking past (I had no control over this thing) I manage to get inside.
Within seconds of me looking at all the rice cakes (remember the tuna episode ...... it was a bit like that but this time I just opted for barbecue flavour and not one of each) I hear a "miss, miss, miss"
I turn around and there is a very small oriental man standing there beaming at me, I felt like a celebrity and thought yup, he's read my blog, he recognises me. In my head I'm mentally thinking now how good does the bouffant look today. As I'd just finished work and hadn't washed it or brushed it since Saturday (more on this later too) I felt pretty confident that I was probably not worthy of a photo but who am I to disappoint my fan!
So I stand and beam back at him and then glance down to see he's not holding a camera but instead dried milk powder. Hmmmm I though that's a weird present to give your idol, still it's a gift so I'll act great full.
He's now saying miss again A LOT. So still beaming I say "yes" and he then thrusts paper into my hand, ooo I thought he wants an autograph, how awesome, I love signing my name. I'm ready to dive into trusty side pocket (which carries my trusty safety knife WHICH I love and carry around every day and some times sing to it when I'm bored or fed up, I honestly don't know why I haven't had one before. They are the most useful things and I love it) (hmmmm just re read that ... what has my life come to calling my work pocket trusty. Sigh)

Sorry I digress (I have a day off today hence why there is waffling going on).

Back to the paper.... it actually says on there DRIED WHOLE MILK. He's pointing at the paper and then pointing at the dried milk powder he's holding. He starts to nod, so I start to nod. He then says miss a few more times, I still carry on nodding. His wife (I'm assuming it was his wife, they looked too old to be boyfriend and girlfriend) started saying miss as well, so I'm nodding at her while still beaming. He is still pointing at the milk powder in his hand and nodding so I say .. "yes that's the one" total look of confusion from him and his wife. So then I start to nod again, and they start to nod. She then points to the semi skimmed milk powder. "Oh no I say, you don't want that one" and start to shake my head so they start to shake their head.
He then points again to the paper and the milk he's holding but also to the semi skimmed milk, I assume he wants to know the difference.
So in my best English /Spanish /Scottish /Irish /American accent I tell him one is whole milk and reiterate this by moving my hands about a foot apart and semi I go on to tell him is half and move my hands down. He looks confused so I then tell him "semi is not whole, not good" I'm drawing a blank here, so I thought I'd show him by pointing at the whole milk and standing get very tall and straight then pointed to the semi and crouching down low then beaming up at him.
They did NOT look impressed and did not keep smiling, instead held on to whole milk powder and walked off.
Well I thought. That's the last time I demonstrate the difference between whole and semi milk powder.
I also thought he forgot to take my picture. Sob.
Grabbed picnic stuff and have the usual random conversation with the till boy and quickly run as fast as the stupid trolley with the worse wheels in the world will let me and jump in my car to go home.

The picnic ..... at lunch time yesterday it was boiling and I know it was boiling because I was getting boiled while sitting in my car eating my banana. (I curse my deputy for buying a car with a metal gear knob. Burns my hand in the summer and freezes it in the winter) that's where the brain wave came for  a picnic.
We drove to the lake by us (the one where Charlotte fainted) and all murmured on the way it was looking at bit grey. But dismissed it as hey we're in Australia it's supposed to be sunny ALL the time.
Got to picnic site and headed for the picnic bench sat down and ...... it was windy, cold and not at all boiling. So we ate our picnic within minutes laughed at how every one was in coats and hoods while we were sat there in shorts, tee shirts and flips flops. (They were probably laughing at us actually)
Got home had the pimms I took with us to drink and look sophisticated (having had a childhood of picnics on the side of the road regardless of traffic hammering past us and where ever we were at 1pm exactly the car HAD to be stopped and out came the cardboard box which held warm cheese sandwiches and if we were lucky pickled onion monster munch crisps) so I feel I have to provide our children with happier memories.... hence the pimms and being sophisticated! I even took houmous with us which they all hate bar me and some brie. See... very sophisticated!

Now some interesting news .... I braved another half head of foils and a cut. For once I actually got what I asked for and what I was promised. The only thing I didn't get, was charged the amount I thought it would be. I can't tell you what it is because I'm still trying to get my head around the price. But let's say in shoe value I could have had another 4 or 5 pairs sent over from the UK. Gulp.
If I'd have known how much it was going to be I would've drunk more of their coffee. At least I caught up on all the celebrity news of Australia. ... just a shame I don't know any of them. Hey ho. (The reason I didn't brush or wash my hair since then was because she made it look amazing, not at all bouffanty or like I was 105). It's been washed today though and I deliberated about posting a picture but it's erm a little wild and a little crazy so thought I'd save myself the embarrassment.

Just to please you, on my day off I planned to sunbathe and chill in my garden (which still has no snakes.... yay) but it's raining. So off to guru me thinks in a bit for a coffee and a random chat!



Trusty work pocket....

What's in trusty pocket... as you can see all essential items and I'm not scared to be stranded on a mountain or lost in the bush.... just as long as I'm in my work clothes.

Xx 



Wednesday, 4 November 2015

Maddi the Spaniard

G'day. 


It's been a while I know. Due to working FULL TIME (have I mentioned that before?) I now have no time to shop, no time for coffee with the lovelies and worse no time to blog. Sob and sigh. 
Any how...During my working weeks I have been been building A LOT. ...I am now a master and am pretty very awesome. I still hide in the wardrobes (see attached picture) this was taken this morning while I fitted the trouser pull out hanger to it. After taking said photo I realised I was being watch by another co-worker so in true Maddi style I just shrugged and said "I'm British" he looked as confused as me trying to find my way around the store. (Getting lost is a daily thing for me). Sigh 😕😣 As you know this is my favourite phrase and excuses me for pretty much every thing (well in my head it does)

A few blunders I either said or done over the last few weeks are...During the weekly store huddle (yes we have a weekly huddle, we also have a daily huddle... please feel free to message me further on this and I'll let explain in great detail) The store manager during the weekly huddle asked "hands up who's had a good week" What I heard him say was "hands up if you haven't had a good week" I was amazed by people's honesty, one of the team leaders sat near me was gobsmacked and bowled over at mine.... 😣 sigh. 
This is also the store manager who quite rightly has been going around taking photos of the stores progression and when he walked past me last Friday, making bed slats I say "Oh come on, I'm always on the floor when you take my picture" 
I didn't realise how it sounded until a few days ago when I told Sean that I made our manager chuckle for the first time. Sean thought it was hilarious and so did our friends when I repeated it to them. Double sigh.

Remember the old guy I offered a screw to.... well I may have accidentally asked him to bed..... 😣😣😨😨. I was up the ladder of the loft bed I built (see I am a master builder) and this bed to say it's wobbly is an understatement. So there I am up this ladder of said wobbly loft bed, struggling to unroll a double mattress and get it out of the packaging............ he walks past and says "You know what they say about the bed you make is the bed you lie in". I reply "No, didn't know that, I wouldn't want to in this one it's so wobbly but do you want to try it anyway though?" He didn't reply, just sort of scurried away. Our eyes met over the restaurant the other day.... he quickly looked away. Another case of "I'm British" ðŸ˜£ðŸ˜„.
The first week of building I'm asked "So you're Scottish right" when I explained to this person that no I'm actually English he told me "all sounds the same to me" so that afternoon I called him Eric. ... (a lot) he was getting so confused and a little cranky, I was getting a little amused. Hehehe.

Yesterday I'm stopped by some one at the coffee machine as I'm getting a double espresso and dash of milk (which I don't drink know because it tastes disgusting yet am hopeful one day it may be nice, I live in hope) He turns to me and smiles and says "Hi", I beam back and say Hi... the conversation follows like this.
Cd (Coffee dude) "Hey you're Spanish"
Me "Erm no"
Cd "Yes, you're Spanish, you look Spanish and you sound Spanish"
Me "😨😨😨😨😲😲😲😲 I do?"
Cd "Yes"
Me "I'm English, can't you tell, I am English (I shriek) can you hear my accent"
Cd "No because you're Spanish"
Me "No ... I'm really English"
With that coffee dude  walked off in stitches.
Now seriously have I ever sounded or looked Spanish.  
Double sigh. I have nothing against sounding Spanish or even looking Spanish but really..... do I??? 
Adiós por ahora 😂😂😂😂😂