Mad English girl Down Under

April fool's day was just a little while ago, and thought I'd play the greatest trick ever on my poor unsuspecting friend. She always sends me proper English Cadbury chocolate (Aussie Cadbury just ain't right) she has since said that she won't send me any more because of this but I'm hoping she's lying..... As always her little parcel popped through the post, hidden by me as I DON'T SHARE but not before spying some thing in there that shouldn't be. Not really sure I should declare it on here as she may now get into trouble. But lets just say it shouldn't have been in the envelope. I messaged her to say this and put the panic alarm to a slight tremble for her. True to style she then kept sending me links of bio hazardness and stuff like that... DID NOT READ, deleted straight away. Over drinks one night with Super and her husband I quickly began to hatch a plan with Super's hubby in tow and prompted what to do we got our wickedness ready for 1...

As you know, I go to the gym. Sean says A LOT but I don't think 5 times a week is obsessive, do you? (I did go twice in a day last week but that's normal right?) I still haven't got my 6 pack and I did a full minute last week of side planks. I must check the small print of my gym contract I'm sure some where down the line they promised that I would get one. Add that to my list of things to do. A few months ago I persuaded my friend to get a free 7 day trial pass to see if she would love it as much as me. We started off with a pump class. Who doesn't like lifting the weight of a small car above their head at 6 in the morning. Then we decided we would do spin together the next day. The conversation went like this Me "Do you fancy spin tomorrow at 6.15" S (Short for Super... not a long story but this is my blog about me not her, just know she's called Super and she lives up to her name) S replies "Yup, I'm game" Me "I always s...

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...