Mad English girl Down Under

Puppy class take 3 and 4. Week 3 saw Boomer, Daisy and Nora. Poor Bella was sick we were told.. or was she still being a little shit? I'm not judging but I needed Bella there to make Boomer look good. Boomer sang his little heart out pretty much all the class and when he was "quiet" he was allowed down time. He was struggling to get down like a box of crickets trying to get out. Poor boy he just wanted to play with his mates. Nora still won't sit on the floor and Daisy still goes rag doll. So no way as interesting as our singing wriggling Boomer. I may have been getting a bit cranky and sending angry vibes to puppy lady. Week 4 and we were told all about worms, ticks and having them de sexed. Puppy lady even let us look at some ticks in a little pot where we all ooohed and ahhed in admiration. Not sure what else you say or how else you're supposed to react?? Sean unfortunately (or fortunately couldn't make him. He suddenly had "a meeting" in S...

After a year of talking about it, ignoring the fact and stressing about it (how on earth are we going to pay for this and oh my goodness we're doing a massive trip to America how do we fit every thing in) the day finally arrived to leave.  Not without issues.. do we Uber. Do we taxi. Advantages to both, Uber cheaper but at 4 in the morning would anyone really be awake?  Would either car be big enough.  Get Charlotte to take us....  After the first experience in her car not likely So we drove and left the car at the airport. In true Sean style we were there before any staff but luckily for us the doors were opened so we weren't left out in the cold.  Sleepy already and with that "I know I haven't got explosives or knives in my luggage and even though I packed it myself what if... just what if drugs managed to find there way in" apprehension. We stood and waited for our friends to arrive.  All checked in and Qantas lounge ready we hit the floor ...

All week we have ignored Boomer when coming home, spied him out of the corner of our eyes looking devo (devastated for non Australian people) and genuinely unloved and sad. As soon as we say that first hello my goodness it's like the cork of a champagne bottle being cracked open. Like a room full of toddlers on skittles, like a 1990's rave (sigh, miss those days.... as I sit here typing away while Andy Whitby plays on trusty Google home and every so often having to get up to have a dance, of which Boomer is NOT impressed.. Calm down puppy my dancing aint that bad) So the ignoring goes well until we say hello then he remembers he has lovely sharp pointy sharp teeth that he just has to use. Unfortunately he hasn't met a fish, horse or a man with a beard. So no boxes ticked there in puppy class take 2. We all 4 meet a little more sheepish this week and definitely NOT carrying puppies like they are Simba this week. Bella's mum greats us with "She's been a little ...

After having a dog with ISSUES, and I mean ISSUES, we thought once bitten twice shy and all that we'd get try and get it right this time around with our new beautiful darling puppy. Enrolled in puppy class and studied all the necessary do's and dont's (there weren't that many but sounds like we were taking it seriously) Turned up and met with Bella the Frenchie, Daisy the Labrador and Nora who actually turned out to be a miniature Schnauzer and not a Sausage dog. (I'd have like her more if she was) The Kelpie who was on the list clearly couldn't complete with the standard of dog and thought it best not to turn up. We all get out of our cars carrying said puppies like Mufasa carrying Simba (literally) all so proud and look at my dog he's best type thing (of course they all know Boomer is best) into the puppy room where for an hour and a half we are talked at about how these puppies have to know their place, bottom of the pile, end of the line, lowest of t...

On top of my incredibly hectic life, working 20 hours (erm yes that's a week I'll have you know) and yes that is enough ( I actually have 2 jobs now so there, none of which are particularly fab so lets leave it there. I am as always looking and applying for everything, except those that have declined me or that I've already had the misfortune of working for prior. (although my old company offered me a job and then when I applied for it told me I was unsuccessful... how does that work??) I have this week applied for 9 jobs. A record I do believe. Oh that's not including applying for the job I currently do, that one I've now applied for 3 times and been given it twice only to be then told I can't have it because I don't have Permanent Residency. Ha .... but now I do so can I have the job I asked my bosses boss.... erm "No Maddi HR have said you have to apply again.  Queue tantrum and hair flicking ... no of course not at my bosses boss. I contained myse...

You know how I love a good drama, love a good suspense and love, love, love a good gossip. Well unfortunately this time the drama was real. Sean left for work and there I was merrily mid tx to my bestie in the UK. Ob had just crawled out of bed and stumbled quite literally into his shower. Split second later the smoke alarms is blaring, as I casually get off the bed I notice a very bright glow from the office. As soon as I got to the door I could see the flames and it was a sight I don't want to see again. To cut a very long story short, throwing wet tea towels does not help an electrical fire, but what does is shutting all the doors so it doesn't spread and burn your whole house down. After running back in the house and doing this oh and also turning off the shower, in my head I was thinking I didn't want to waste water, yes I know there was a fire and in the room right next to the shower. I also grabbed the blanket off the sofa as in my head I was thinking Ob would b...