A Pom returns: the reality of life after Australia

This is a one blog I’ve been meaning to write since we packed up our thongs, Aussie born pooch and 20 foot container of ‘stuff’ and waved one last goodbye to Down Under. I always meant to give an update on Life After Perth, but to make certain my rose-tinted ‘happy to be home’ goggles were now a more realistic hue of clear, and to ward off all accusations of still being drunk on rolling green hills and Tesco prices, I thought I’d give it a respectable 6 months before giving a verdict.

A seasick spoodle on the Norfolk Broads

This led to a rather rapid chain of events that involved my daughter letting out a squeal of horror and disgust, my husband turning around to see what the hell was going on, the boat banging straight into the side of the river, me flying backwards inside of the cabin and my son falling head first off the seat. It wasn’t the best 15 seconds of the trip it has to be said…

After 10 long years I’m finally in heat

It’s a funny thing that after all these years of writing, having published a book, kept countless clients happy with copy and received fairly respectable hits on my blog, it’s having a letter printed in Heat that really makes my day. And winning the prize of course…

Naming & shaming those UK Rioters

The last week has all been about identifying, hauling in and prosecuting those horrible specimens responsible and the whole spectacle has certainly made for some interesting viewing, or at least a glimpse of some of the countries worst parents. Many have stood outside the court, effing and blinding at the press and declaring Thug Junior and Minni Oik to be a ‘misunderstood little angel in Adidas’.

Run Spoodle Run

Charlie – that’s our Spoodle – is a dog that simply refuses to do things by the canine rulebook. All in all he’s a complete nutter who acts like a shadow, snaps at the air, barks at the boiler and escapes from the front door if ever the opportunity presents itself.

The joy of an organised Christmas

For the first time in the history of Christmas I’m organised. So organised in fact that I’m unnerving myself and starting to panic that I’ve forgotten something major. Like the cranberry sauce or presents.

When a spoodle meets snow

Charlie has had quite a few life adjustments to make this year, what with having to pack up with bed and his bone and move house, country and hemisphere.

What a rubbish thing to do

You probably think I’m being a tad over sensitive and more than a little paranoid, thinking they were out to get us all today. But I swear, the only time that those men cracked anything resembling a smile was as they walked away, smirking away and looking slightly too pleased with themselves.

It may be cold but at least it’s pretty

Some people it has to be said have no problem dealing with the long, cold months ahead, while others are already busy dragging their SAD lamps from the loft and dusting off next year’s summer holiday brochures in a panic. At least on the bright side there are some positives to the impending gloom.

BOGOF Brown

It’s probably been a good few years since I felt really proud to call myself British… But the recent elections have revived my patriotic spirit and reminded me how glad I am to have the passport that I do.