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...