Mad English girl Down Under

Yesterday was Christmas day as I'm sure you all know and don't need telling. We have I guess you'd call it a tradition where no presents are put under the tree until late Christmas eve. This year is no exception, once the kids are in bed I go and get all the presents from their hiding place which I think is universal all over the world, from the wardrobe, right? The miraculous thing is that I, like every other mum I believe, seem to manage to hide all the presents into the smallest of hiding places. Feeling good and chuffed with myself and remembering (or so I thought) all of the hiding places I then can relax. List checked for the millionth time that yes everything I've bought is wrapped and I have bought enough presents. So Christmas morning comes along and the stocking are dragged in to our room by the children (yes I know they're now 14 and 18 but they still get a stocking) We then break from tradition and go straight to the tree to open presents. We agree ...

G'day everyone. It's that time of year again when 3 of the 4 of us go and have birthdays all within a week of each other. Crazy right, but the more people I talk to the more I hear other people are just as stupid! I could firstly tell you about the birthdays but in truth 2 of the 4 of us were poorly on 2 of the 3 birthdays. So that's not what I'm going to do. Instead I'm going to share with you my wonderful cake creations. In my head and I blame a lot if not all of this down to bake off, they make things look easy and when I'm watching it I sit and shout at the telly how hard can THAT be, (amongst other unprintable things) So the theme this year for Ob's cake was some weights. How hard can that be right? In my head as all my creations are, they are marvellous, fantastic and look exactly how they should do. Sadly in truth they end up with me getting the hump and turning the air blue. Like I said this year I made some cakes to look like weights. I was a...

So its that time again when I have a day off so can write about my adventures and yes first I have to go food shopping. Sigh, which results in my fear of will the trolley coin work this time (remember so far it hasn't) As I'm walking to the trolleys I see an abandoned one that's not chained to its siblings, so I do a little fist pump in the air and grab it from the clutches of the old man about to do the same. If he knew my battle with trolleys and Aldi in general I'm sure he would've been sympathetic. So off I trundle and grab all the bits I need, I timed it right, just before all the other annoying mums have got there after dropping off their children at school. So, at the till there is not my normal friendly person whom I chat to, instead it's this half wit, he looks about as impressed to be there as I do, he was NOT impressed when I couldn't remember my pin number and sighed louder than I do, so I told him there was no need for that (everything over he...