Mad English girl Down Under

Yes I know the title is a long one, I may change it. In which case I'll have to delete this sentence, which will be a pain as I'm on a roll typing but there you go. Who knows. Last Monday I jumped in my beautiful little car and ever so carefully started driving off when all of a sudden this boy on a bike appeared from no where (well that's a slight lie, he snuck out from beside Sean's stupid ute that is supposed to be getting sold not looking like a permanent fixture on my driveway) So as my bumper somehow managed to make contact with him and his bike, my first thought and don't shout at me was "OH MY GOD, IS MY CAR OK" you see I really do love my car, very very much. Then quickly thought oh my goodness that poor boy, relax, he wasn't on the floor he was still standing. Out I jumped and the poor mite was so apologetic, he was just as concerned about my car as I was. I told him not to worry while sneakily trying to see if there were any marks (just a ...

Hey people, as we morn the loss of a great sporting hero Muhammed Ali I feel it's only right that I have my first boxing class at the gym. With the words from the great Muhammed embedded on my mind 'Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee' I was pumped and super ready to go throw some punches. I persuaded Charlotte to come with me but only if I promised not to laugh at her. Which of course I did with my fingers crossed behind my back.  So we rock up to the gym and it's heaving.... I've never seen it so full, when I go at 5.30am (yes get me 5.30am, smug smile!) It's quiet. So a little panic starts to creep up, but I'm super pumped so can't let this deter me. I spy the instructor getting the gloves out so off we go along with luckily only 6 other people.  We're made to stand in a line facing the mirror and told to run on the spot. Cool, no problem with this so I'm happy running on the spot till we're told to run faster and with high knee...