[Pooft.] There it goes again. [Pooft.] And again. [Pooft.] Yup, either next door is on fire or they've deemed it cold enough at 8.30 in the morning to stoke the woodburner. They are the nice neighbours; the ones that invited us over for dinner a month after arriving. Perhaps I should get up and look... just in case they really are on fire? Nah. I'm too cosy, wrapped up in my dressing gown with Luke one side and Elissa the other, all snuggly and watching 'Lovejoy' on UKTV. [flick] Ooh, some 'chick' (as the female of the species are often referred to here - even by other 'chicks') is baking biscuits on another channel. I send the kids to check that next door isn't really on fire and also to fetch breakfast upstairs, which this morning comprises of Arnotts Mint Slices and Tim Tams. Or as I like to call them, poor man's Viscount and Penguin. I have it on good authority that if you bite both ends off a Tim Tam you can drink Baileys through it like a fat, chocolate straw. Too early for that though. Besides, I don't like Baileys. Yeah, I know... must be the only woman on earth not to like Baileys. Gin and wine are the regular tipple of choice these days. Actually not that regular, which is unfortuate. Making friends here is like pulling teeth. It's hard to even make eye contact with many of the mums at the children's schools, even though I see the same women at Luke's school that I saw in the morning when I dropped Elissa off at hers. It's like, "Oohh don't make eye contact with the fat foreign 'chick' or then I'll have to speak to her and she might invite me out and then I might have to invite her over for coffee and how will I introduce a new friend into the fold I've had since primary school????" Never met a bunch of more ignorant and unfriendly women as I've encountered here. However that may be about to change as I am off on my first girly night out Thursday evening for dinner with two friends I have made, both English, one of which lived about 15 minutes drive away from us in England. Small world as they say. Became friendly with Heather because she was the only one willing to speak more than one word to me at Elissa's school whilst dropping her son off there. We met up a couple of times for the children to play in the afternoon and yesterday she introduced me to another of her friends that she'd made, Alex - the one who used to live close to me - and that was that. Night out arranged and that is how it should be. SOOO if any of you have a new work colleague/neighbour/child in your child's class, be nice. Introduce yourself and spend an hour having a tea or coffee with them and stop being afraid of perhaps making a new friend that's far more interesting and fun to be with than the ones you already have.
- urban gypsy [8:12 am] |
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i am... honest. loyal. selfless. controlling ... hobbies... listening to music. theatre. blog hopping ... reads... chick lit. glossy magazines ... listens to music like... 70's disco. motown. pop ...
WISHES FOR
`new house (in Oz)
`less housework
`new shoes
`less bills
`new knickers
`smooth, tanned, glowing skin
`digital camera
`an iPod nano
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Urban Gypsy
30-odd year old mum of two
England - Saudi Arabia
- New Zealand
words__
When you run so fast to get somewhere
you miss the fun
of getting there.
Life is not a race,
so take it slower,
hear the music before the music is over, take your time and stay happy...
wishes for__
`new house (in Oz)
`less housework
`new shoes
`less bills
`new knickers
`smooth, tanned, glowing skin
`digital camera
`an iPod nano
