September 2010

Homeward Bound

30 September 2010

Recently I started a bit of a viral series of posts about Tribal Wives.

We had Tribal Wives’ stories from Lapland to New Zealand, from Canada to Baltimore, and Spain to Australia. It was madness! I’m hoping to publish all these very funny tales into a Kindle version because they make great reading. So keep your eyes peeled!!  Read more... (1303 words, 1 image, estimated 5:13 mins reading time)

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Small but perfectly formed

27 September 2010

You may not know this, and you wouldn’t neccessarily know it from my driving either, but I am something of a petrol head. Kia Venga small but perfectly formed

Not in the head under the bonnet way, you understand. More the ‘paw to the floor’ kind of way. I enjoy driving, and in general I think I’m a pretty good driver. I only ever have accidents going backwards. And when trees (or letterboxes) jump out. Or come to think of it, on my driving test all those years ago in the main street of Dunedin, when I smashed the driving instructor’s car into a truck.  Read more... (1082 words, 1 image, estimated 4:20 mins reading time)

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The wisdom of geese

27 September 2010

The geese flew away today.

Where do they go? Do they book in to a resort in Corfu for winter? How do they know when to leave? Should I be worried that snow is on the way? Do they know something I don’t?

I heard them honking as they flew over the tops of the oak trees behind the house. A gaggle of geese. All together in formation. Together yet still separate, wing tips barely touching. Advertising gurus would tell us that it’s synergistic, an example of organisational proficiency.  Read more... (424 words, 1 image, estimated 1:42 mins reading time)

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Predictive texting

25 September 2010

Predictive txting was supplied to make writing easier enabling people to communicate far more easily and therefire enhance communication.

Though since I be using it I’ve learnt that my txting tone of voice can be somewhat haphazard as if a bad mouthed Android has taken over. Otherwise timers its Luke a puritanical spirit has taken over.  It simply will not allow me to call anyone a divk or a tosses, banker phone, nor can I call anyone a rank or say pods or ducking or vinyl!  Read more... (305 words, 1 image, estimated 1:13 mins reading time)

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Stranger Danger

24 September 2010

In my last post I seem to have ruffled a few feathers, and for that I apologise. I am typically an easy-going person, but I always have no problems speaking my mind. Perhaps I need to not be so open. It’s just not the British way.

Someone kind, suggested that perhaps some of the stick I’ve received is due to the feeling that as a non-Brit I should not be seen to question life here. Thank you for openly saying that, because it is as I’ve suspected. I am still the stranger here, it is not my right to question or criticise.  Read more... (600 words, estimated 2:24 mins reading time)

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The one in which my face turns Scarlet

22 September 2010

I can’t bring myself to throw away, or give away (or GOD FORBID) sell my books.

It would be like selling one of the children into slavery. So when our stuff arrived here from New Zealand, in its big ISO container it comprised mainly of books. We have three large bookshelves in this small house and there are books in virtually every room, except the loo. (Something I must rectify one never knows how long will be detained in the smallest room!)  Read more... (572 words, 1 image, estimated 2:17 mins reading time)

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Joining the Circus

22 September 2010

I’m pretty good at tricks. vegemitevix has joined the circus

I have a few tucked up my sleeve. I can bend my thumb back almost horizontal, I can touch my nose with the tip of my tongue, and I am learning how to juggle.

Not balls, or oranges, or flaming sticks.

Nup. I’m juggling roles. Not the doughy variety. Of course I’m not the only one to do this, millions of women around the world do it every day. I’ve done it before myself. In fact I’ve done it many times before. I’ve played many parts in my crazy life.  Read more... (752 words, 1 image, estimated 3:00 mins reading time)

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First Day

20 September 2010

The alarm went off at 6.30am but I’ve been awake for hours. Lying in the dark, wondering about this and that. I say wonder, though worry is perhaps more accurate. I’m wondering till my mind bleeds.

Today is my first day.

Like the other kids I wonder about the work, the ins and outs of where to be and what to do. I wonder about what to wear. As if that’s the most important thing. Will itl make the utmost difference to my performance if I wore the suit with the black top rather than the white top? Image is key, after all. I am only 5 2, I need a little ‘power dressing’.  Read more... (409 words, estimated 1:38 mins reading time)

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Conversations with my children

18 September 2010

I am certain my children were born with the lazy gene.

Or perhaps the learned helplessness mutation of the lazy gene. Dark Princess and I are downstairs in the lounge. The lounge is covered in boxes and baskets full of washing, oh and floor rug a la dog hair! Like a mohair rug, with a hint of fox stink.

‘Can you go and start dinner for me please?’ I ask Dark Princess.

‘What are we having?’ She asks without lifting her head from her laptop. Rattlesnake eggs and spiders’ webs.

‘Bangers and mash.’  Read more... (780 words, 1 image, estimated 3:07 mins reading time)

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A Feminist Floozy

17 September 2010

The other day, someone suggested that I was a bit of a floozy, on this blog. That telling tales of previous loves was too much ‘kiss n tell’ for their liking.

I can’t go into the details of the conversation because I have been sworn to secrecy, however in truth, I wonder at the fairness of the accusers being able to launch the attack without redress. So I’m redressing. Setting the record straight.

Am I a floozy? Or a feminist?

I was called a feminist the other day on this blog, also!  So I’ve been called a ‘floozy’ and a ‘feminist’ recently – it’s been quite a month!  Read more... (1087 words, 1 image, estimated 4:21 mins reading time)

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