Mad English girl Down Under

   For about a year I have been "encouraging "  my darling son Ob to cook for us on his day off every week. After all, he is classed as an adult now and I feel like it should be a nice thing to do for Sean and I. Right?! Well, let me tell you how it's been going. The first week many many moons ago he cooked us one pot fry up, only this fry up didn't have beans, sausage, mushrooms, hash browns or bread on the side. What it did have was 1 rasher of bacon and 1 egg,  yes you read that right. ONE rsaher of bacon and 1 egg. Well I think it was an egg, I mean there was egg shell all over the kitchen and on the floor, so surely....  Not wanting to crush his spirits I told him it was the best meal I'd ever tasted, and continued for the next 3 weeks until I finally had to be honest. "Ob can we please have something more substantial than 1 rasher of bacon and deconstruced egg" (Worked out now the egg is fried) he resisted and utter a few heavy sighs and eyes rolli...

  Bushwhacking and that's no euphemism  I got offered to go on a "Bushwalk" with a friend from work and his family, I'll be honest I did think I would make up some fantastic excuse on the day or the day before and decline but then the thought of being out and donning some fitnees gear took over, so I agreed.  I should have thought something was off when I asked him if I'd be back in time for pilates at 5pm (yes get me I'm an avid pilates go-er now, I'll write about that on another post. He assured me we would "Probably be back for 5"  We agreed that we would meet in Tharwa car park as from there in there's no signal and lets be honest I would have got lost if I hadn't follwed him. I'll set the scene, I wake up at stoopid O'Clock and it's -4 degrees, Still ever hopeful that as I live in Australia it will indeed be at least 26 degrees later in the day. (Nearly 7 years of living here and I'm still not used to the freezing win...