Mad English girl Down Under

I hoped never to be writing about this, but I'm afraid the time has come to admit something. Near enough to the day of my anniversary with living in this amazing country I was faced with the another near death experience being ...... yes you've guessed it ..... what I like to call them as, a .........."scary" Picture this, I'm at a clients house and we are in the hallway chatting and I happened to look up.... big mistake but in some ways not. Depends how you look at it. Oh my goodness I cannot begin to tell you how big this thing was, my first shriek was "Oh my god what's that in the corner" to then "Why is it so big" My poor client clearly seeing my terror and possibly on account that I was indeed screeching quite loudly "Kill it, Kill it, I'm so scared of them" She tried to reassure me and told me it was ok she would indeed get it. I'd like to say she rushed off but if truth be known it was more of a slow and sligh...

During our Around the World in 80 Malls we also did a bit of shopping in Bangkok, well rude not too isn't it. Even though our suitcases were bulging within an inch of their lives (one has since burst but I blame that on airport staff and not my shopping) Bangkok was amazing if you can get over all the girls on the street saying "Hey Mister" to you and the stray cats (ok there were only a few but enough for me to get freaked out by), oh and crossing the road.... my advise run with a local. They don't adhere to traffic lights and nor do the cars. Come to think of it I don't here in Australia BUT abroad I do as they are all crazy. If you think hook turns are crazy in Melbourne cars in Bangkok are far worse. Our hotel was amazing, the boy did good booking that one. He definitely has earned brownie points, but don't tell him! It had a gadget for turning on the a/c from the bed, the lights clock etc. Also has controls in the bathroom to have the TV sound on while y...

My dear friend jokingly came up with the title of this blog so a big thank you to her. Presently sat on the upstairs, yes you read that right the upstairs of a massive plane not business or first but better. Our plane leaving the UK was delayed because of fog, I in a diva strop asked Sean how difficult can it be to land in fog “Very Mad, the planes can’t see the runway so they have to leave longer gaps in between each landing” “Well that’s ridiculous” I told him. So our connecting flight was missed even before we’d caught the first plane. Sigh. We were told by the guy at Heathrow not to worry we would of course be on another flight, my biggest concern and worry….. what about my suitcases. He tried to reassure me they would be put on the same plane as us. But what does he know. I may have had another little mini strop to Sean about this “because my clothes are vintage and they CANNOT be replaced” he tried to reassure me that yes we have insurance and not to worry. “Sean I don’t think...

After nearly 2 amazing fab years of living in Australia we decided it was time to fly back to the UK (plus the trip was paid for and we had to go back within the 2 years, but nevertheless) our lovely friend Lex was due to pick us up at 3pm, we had a slight wobble 20 minutes before when Sean started shrieking “We have to book in Mad by 3pm”. “Oh ok” I tell him. All of a sudden our calm lazy Sunday waiting and chilling for Lex drastically became a shrieking match and frantic googling “latest check ins” “Qantas telephone number” and “in flight  movies” (well I was curious). We finally concluded that we were ok we had until 3.40pm to check in. Yay us. Still shrieking and Sean checking his watch every 3 seconds we got to the airport on time, baggage checked and that all important question asked “do you have spare or loose batteries” “no, of course we don’t” but no that’s not true “I do” a little voice pipes up. Ob is then asked to get said batteries and put in his hand luggage. We wave...

I should be looking for jobs (yes I know when aren't I) funnily enough the last job I applied for which happened to be about the 5th time of applying I got the ever faithful standard response "you have been unsuccessful" they always ask if you want more feedback then to email, so I do only to be told again "you were unsuccessful" as if hearing it the first time wasn't bad enough. This time though was erm slightly better I think? You decide. "You failed to include 2 referee's, you didn't upload your resume and you sent in a blank form for the selection criteria" OK, but apart from that at least I spelt my name right and put the right email address. Brownie points for me I think. I actually blame Sean (when don't I) he supposedly helped me the last time, so as he's the technical master it surely has to be his fault? It took me back to my art exam when I was 13, we had a double lesson of 1 hour 10 minutes to draw anything, absolutely...

A quick trip to Melbourne this weekend to celebrate our very happy 13 years of marriage. Yay us. As you remember we went there last year and thats where we witnessed the hook turns. To turn right you must turn left. This year we learnt about crossing the road to a countdown and diagonally. You could actually cross in any direction we just wanted to do diagonal because we never have and it felt odd let me tell you. We waited for the first countdown to go as we weren't sure that 30 seconds was enough time to get across the road. While we were away we thought we'd go clubbing, as Melbourne is known for being hipster and cool much like ourselves we thought we'd dust the old white gloves and glo sticks off and party like it's 1999. So, after much deliberation and several minutes spent googling "Best place to party in Melbourne" (I discounted the swingers clubs it came up with and hid Sean's truck keys...... just in case) tried googling "Clubs that pla...

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 ...