Mad English girl Down Under

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...

I have another 3 hours to kill in Cairns airport so perfect opportunity to update you lot on our week here. To start, I have this awesome app that let's you know every day, some times twice if you're lucky amazing flight deals. Sounds great doesn't it? It is until you keep buying all these bargains and work out that working now 20 hours a week does not pay the same as full time. I blame this whole new hobby of mine on Super as she introduced me to it and told me how amazing it was. She's the very best worse friend. Actually as I type this I realise we didn't book these flight with that app but with Qantas who also email me very regularly about their amazing deals. Anyway, waffling aside. We have had a week in Cairns, and not without dramas along the way. First blip of the journey... got on the plane and tried to listen to my music with my new fancy wireless headphones,  I was pretty unimpressed that no matter how much I turned the volume up on the phone it ba...

Having sat through another hideous interview I've realised again that I must get better prepared with questions. Such as the salary and if I get paid superannuation in my pay or not (still don't fully understand that so I normally don't worry about that question, It's only when my darling husband asks "Is pay with or without super Mad? My reply is normally "Yes" covers all bases then. I have learnt it's wise to not get necklace hooked to my top and then struggle to get over my head just at the massage lady is opening the door and I literally did bare all. Note to self be quicker and stop admiring all the Buddha's and wondering what scent the candle is. On the plus she did not use her feet (helped that my friends bought me the voucher for my birthday so they went to a reputable one) although my bottom was massaged a lot for back neck and shoulders. To try and get better at drawing on account that the 11 year old lad I work with couldn't t...

If someone asked you to go to a fitness exhibition and it started at 10 am and you lived 3 hours drive away would you leave at 5 am in the morning?? No, nor would I.... but I did.. sort of. As you know I am LOVING the gym to the point where Sean thinks I have an unhealthy relationship with it. I wake up in the middle of the night excited because I want to go,  I look at site after site of techniques and now I'm on to gym clothes (I am in the minority of Australia though and I actually wear mine because I do go to the gym, not because I'm going shopping or to the pub) So this little blog is dedicated to Super's husband who was my chauffeur for the day and bag carrier. He may argue and say differently. We have erm, a love hate relationship. We bicker and fight like siblings. He's annoying and is an idiot but his wife is my gym buddy and is Super cool and amazing. The love hate relationship is that he loves me because I'm funny and awesome I hate him because he...