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This time last year . . .(Better late than never)

So now that I’m sort of back on track with the Ol’ blog age I realised that I have a number of blogs in my drafts and I am not sure why I didn’t post them. 

So I thought, better 5 months late than never eh! Hopefully after reading it you’ll feel that missing void that you could never quite put your finger on, has been filled. 

Or you’ll wonder why I bothered – but still hey ho here we go! 

Things were so different when I look back to this time last year.

Last year baby Bear was just 9 days old so a lot of it is actually a bit of a blur in my memory due to the multiple night wakings, cluster feedings and having only just been released from hospital.

I remember Christmas Day last year being a pretty quiet one. Husb basically single handedly ran the Christmas show while I was attached the sofa all day with a tiny baby attached to me.

This year was a whole load of different, the Bear was so much more into the whole Santa thing even more than last year. This year he understood it all so much more and he has been singing Christmas songs since the 1st December.

And the baby Bear is her own little person now, she still doesn’t get the present business, so the Bear basically got to open 2 lots of presents under the premise of ‘helping’ her, but it was all very cute.

It was  a small one – just the four of us and given the fact that my mum has just returned to the UK after visiting us  it was quiet.

This is when I miss being in the UK, missing out on the big family get togethers, catching up with old old friends.

An aussie Christmas takes a bit of getting used to, the heat is just – weird!

Merry Christmas xxxx


Festive Frolics Down Under

Merry Christmas one and all I hope you had a relaxing time full of your own brand of festive frolics. Our first Christmas Down Under has now been and gone, there were some similarities and the inevitable differences between here and the UK.
I’d like to say that the days leading up to the Big Day were full of the usual preparations, mad present buying, last minute wrapping, last minute ingredient buying, but I won’t because they weren’t. Instead we did this… Read more…

Deck the halls with 10 year old tinsel fa la la la la

I have been putting off adorning my house with Christmas decorations for far too long already – mainly because I am pretty lazy. The reason I have been touting round to anyone who will listen however is that I just don’t feel like it is about to be Christmas in less than a week because it is just too hot to be Christmas. To be honest I couldn’t feel less festive if I tried really, now don’t get me wrong I am very excited about Father Christmas’s impending visit I am not being bah humbuggy, it just feels very strange not to have been bombarded with appallingly old Christmas songs on the radio since mid October like we do in the UK. Although I did find myself singing along to a certain Mariah Christmas ‘classic’ in the car with the thermometer showing 38 degrees outside, which was very weird. Still, the shops here weren’t ramming it down our throats the minute Halloween left the building as is the UK tradition. It was a very pleasant change and one which unfortunately has led me to be far too laid back about the whole thing hence no present buying until about 2 days ago, definitely no wrapping yet and obviously no decorations.
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Shopping up a storm

In a (very unlike us) effort to get organised for Chrimbletide, we packed up the Bear and went on an excursion to Chadstone a massive shopping centre not far from us, this weekend.

Well I say it was for Christmas, really we went to buy a barbecue because we decided enough was enough and in order to fully immerse ourselves in Aussie life and culture we needed to get the largest most ridiculously expensive outdoor oven (as featured on ‘Better Homes and Gardens’) that we could possibly find. We made it our mission, this was the weekend we were going to do it, kit ourselves out so that we could ‘chuck another shrimp on the barbie’ and other stereotypical Aussie things!

Husb however, is really not the most patient of men and the idea of going to a labyrinth of a shopping centre the size of a small town, were you can never find the exit until you are so dehydrated, claustrophobic and deprived of natural light that you are ready to sell a lung to the first person to show you how to get out, fills him with such dread that he would rather boil one of his own eyeballs then go shopping.

Add to this the fact that he has me, (shopper extrodinaire) to contend with who simply has to ‘pop in here for a second’ just to look at the shoes, and then ‘oh thats lovely isn’t it, wouldn’t it go well with my new jeans, let me just run in and check they have my size’ and ‘Oh can I just go in there for a min, I saw it on TV and want to see if it is as nice material as it looked’, or some other lame excuse to spend his money browse. Then add a 20 month old squirmy child (who seems to have inherited his dads lack of patience) to the mix who HATES being in his pram for more than 3 seconds and it would seem we have the perfect cocktail for divorce.

So with this in mind it was with some trepidation that we made the journey to Chadstone Shopping Centre.
The journey wasn’t at all bad, about 20 minutes and we were there
Score 1.

In to the multi storey, found parking space immediately, (they had these nifty little lights that tell you where there are spaces to save you driving around like a loon getting road rage when some ignorant driver, decides to conveniently ignore the fact that you are indicating to go into a space and then nip into it and claim it was theirs all along)
Score 2.

Then into the shopping centre we went, I was shocked by the lack of people, I thought it would be absolutely jam packed with it being a Saturday in the run up to Christmas. Obviously a few people but no where near the amount of people that would be in say Westfield Shopping Centre in Shepherds Bush this weekend
Score 3.

The other thing that we noticed while wandering aimlessly trying to get the Bear to go to sleep in his pram (he didn’t) was that although it is nearing Christmas and is now acceptable to advertise it; apart from the odd Christmas Tree in the larger Department Stores and a bit of festive postering here and there, that was it, there was no ramming it down your throat like there is in the UK. It was all together a rather pleasant shopping experience
Score 4.

I wonder if it is because Christmas falls in the summertime here so it is not the only thing to look forward to, whereas in the UK, Christmas is the only ray of light in a long cold dark winter (sorry to rub it in UK readers but it’s very nearly Summer here!).
Anyway as our shopping expedition was so pleasantly surprising we got loads of stuff, shirts, shorts, dresses, tops, shoes, sun umbrella . . . . loads.
Our Monster Truck was jam packed on the way home, yet something was niggling at me, I couldn’t for the life of me remember what it was though.
Anyway – all this writing is making me hungry, I think for tonights dinner we will chuck some shrimps on the . . . . .
Oh crap!

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