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2 Sleeps To Go…A Very Lucky Girl…

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I’ve begun my birthday treat-to-self 4-day-weekend today. I went down the road for breakfast at A’s early-ish (before she and her Mum jetted of to Rome) and have been doing a few odd admin chores, watching Loose Women and generally pottering about with the aim of getting ‘stuff’ done so that I can indulge myself whole-heartedly in the next 3 days.  

So I sat down to do another favourite thing of mine (blogging ah yes, how do I love thee! counting the ways shall burst forth another time…) and I felt like a bit of an empty vessel, having no idea what to write.

Then out of the corner of my eye, I saw movement. I looked up from my keyboard and out of the window – and there was a woman standing there with these…

…and I smiled and cried all at the same time. 
It made me think of all the cards and birthday wishes (including the glittery Happy Birthday sprinkles that threatened to fall out of one envelope) and the pretty-to-look-at and completely scrumptious birthday cake that accompanied yesterday’s singing in the office.
It’s not my birthday yet (only two sleeps to go…where did the time go?) and already I feel a very lucky girl.
Thanks Mum (and Alan)…the flowers arrived just when I needed them.

7 Sleeps To Go…Delusions of Grandeur

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I was flicking through a free magazine – one of those you get inside one of the daily newspapers over here – on my bus ride home on Friday night when an article called Star Syndrome caught my eye.  

The line under the heading read:

‘Big rewards for minimum effort and the endless self-obsession encouraged by Facebook have left the younger generation at the mercy of their own egos’.

Hmmm I thought.  I quite like Facebook…it fills the long bus trip home (besides reading blogs of course) and the games are cute/addict-able…my curiosity piqued, I read on.

‘it is ironic that young people are suffering from delusions of grandeur when graduates are finding it almost impossible to get jobs.’

So Facebook has become the harbinger of doom and the cause of rising unemployment amongst those poor, poor youngsters? Is this for real, I thought…but apparently this ‘syndrome’ has a name – Narcissistic Personality Disorder (or NPD for those that love an acronym).  And the next quote I read was the kicker:

‘Will the new generation of NPD children eventually fall on their faces or will the world simply continue to keep the truth from them?’

So I say this… quaking a little at the response I might get and cloaked in that self-doubt unique to those of us who have children in our lives by association rather than as parents…I think they might have a point!

I think you will probably agree with me that you can’t ‘teach’ resilience and it’s only through life’s lessons that any of us develop our own coping mechanisms and inner ‘toughness’. 

So then how on earth do parents, or society at large for that matter, prepare children for the hardest lesson of all?  Life doesn’t always feel good – and it’s how we bounce back and deal with life’s ‘stuff’ that’s important rather than railing against the world’s unfairness in not recognising what we are truly entitled to.

What do you think?  Just how much self-esteem is too much?
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ps…there are only 7 sleeps to go ’til the Big Birthday Plus 1. I’m sure that must entitle me to something…after all, one of the ‘signs’ of the Narcissism is having one’s own blog…

8 sleeps to go…I want a pony

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My lil’ sister (fondly known as Chicky) has had a tough week and it’s one of the times that living over here feels especially far away.  So in an effort to make her smile and to honour our special ‘Big-Chicky-to-Lil-Chicky’ relationship, this post captures some more of those defining moments from my childhood but in an ‘advice from a big sister’ kind of way:

I know you’re not sure what the cake with the little crib on it is all about…but smile anyway!

I know it’s your first birthday…but it’s good to share!

This Marching Girls caper is pretty easy…but you are supposed to be looking straight ahead, not chatting!

Oops…an elbow in the cake…don’t worry, it won’t be the first time.

I know it’s a birthday but should we be having THIS much fun in matching dresses?

And here’s the most important piece of advice of all…

Sisters always look out for each other

BTW, the Chicky-and-Husband parcel arrived last night and quite apart from the anticipation of opening my present on the 1st (strict family rule not to open one’s present until the birthday day itself), the card (family rule does not apply), as quite possibly the most appropriate card ever given to me, simply demonstrates how well she knows me…

8 sleeps to go people, 8 sleeps…can’t wait to ride my pony!

12 Sleeps To Go…Another Blogger, ex-‘Girt By Sea’ …

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I was getting my weekly ‘Australian Times’ e-letter fix on the bus on the way home tonight when I stumbled across a blog by a fellow expat that made me laugh out loud at her take on the ACRONYMS of the English education system. 

(Not that I am particularly well-versed in these but everyone knows that OFSTED is just another word for ‘wielding a hefty ruler about and threatening to rap naughty schools across the knuckles if they doesn’t behave as they ought to!’)

What made me laugh the most was when she said: 

‘If you’re thinking ‘WTF’, you’re not alone. Acronyms are the bane of my existence, and it doesn’t help that nobody has ever communicated (oh, the irony!) what most of these letters stand for’. 

Classic!!  I’m not even a teacher and this rang absolutely true.  Maybe it’s a test? 

Oh and if you haven’t quite worked out ‘WTF’, you clearly need to use a little expletive imagination.  Come to think of it, maybe that’s an even better test for potential immigrants to the UK – ‘WTF-ness’ happens a lot when you first get here.  And let’s face it, there are times when, if you don’t WTF and laugh, you’d have a bloody good cry!  So pack loads of it if you’re coming over…

Anyway, inspired by this, I read all 12 posts since her UK teaching career began (12 weeks ago).  You may think it sad to read about someone I don’t know but it’s a long ride home and I’ll do anything to while it away particularly if it involves using my new sexy phone…

If you want to check out another Aussie expat’s ramblings, click here and you’ll be there in a jiffy…

And if you haven’t checked out my interview on Seen The Elephant yet, shame on you.  Click here at once!

Yes peeps, it’s still all about me…

15 Sleeps To Go…It’s all About Me…

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In a burst of nostalgia this morning, I have been trawling through some old photos (some pre-digital and painstakingly scanned to capture their posterity forever)…and found some rather cracking pics that I didn’t know about.  (How do mothers do that?  Do they sneak around with camera in hand ready to catch every moment?….I can hear mother’s reading this everywhere shouting a resounding “YES!” right now)

Given the looming of The Big Birthday – Plus 1 in 15 sleeps (yes, only 15 peeps!), I thought I’d share some of the most defining of these pictorial moments with you.  Yes these pictures of my formative years go a long way towards explaining the following:

1. My fixation with line-dried washing (it just smells and feels so good!)…
2.  My passion for bears (Mum has A LOT to answer for here!)…
3. My obsession with food…
4.  My need to help (for those that don’t know, this is me helping Opa roll the gravel driveway…and is one of my fave pics of the two of us)…

and 5. My love of birthdays!

Oh and did I mention there were only 15 sleeps until my birthday…that’s more cake and candles for me…Wheeee!

ps…speaking of birthdays, my itinerant old man (his words, not mine!) and erstwhile wifely companion, Bev, win this year’s Birthday Derby with their card arriving last Wednesday 14th July…that’s pretty impressive planning guys…

22 Sleeps To Go…Objects of My Desire…

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Let’s all take a little respite from World Cup mania for a moment and chat about a couple of very exciting occurrences in the GiddayfromtheUK house today:
Firstly, I have FINALLY upgraded my mobile phone (after my G1 was stolen in March and the contract ran out in May etc).  
Eeeeeeeeeeee!!! (that was a squeal of delight escaping) 
Sitting beside my blogging-elbow is a sleek and sexy HTC Desire – aptly named as it has just become the object of my Desire…I may be in love….sigh!!!  Is it wrong to want to sit and play with it to the exclusion of the glorious day outside?
And that brings us to a nice segue to exciting occurrence number two – the glorious day outside.  It’s hot peeps, gorgeously and gloriously, sunshine-y, top-down and heat-on-my-face hot…enough for me to have finally taken the fan I bought 2 years ago out of its box last night and assembled it (tapping into my IKEA skills from way back only sans allan key).  I am now enjoying its soft background whirr after much pondering about whether it would actually work…
…which segues beautifully into a long-awaited News From The Patch announcement (speaking of wondering about things)… the strawberries are coming!  Yes, a couple of tender green berries have appeared amongst the greenery – we are checking on them daily like a couple of proud parents, largely to try to avoid a repeat of last year’s berry-napping incident, but also because we are saddos and can’t help ourselves!

And although not part of The Patch as such, the other exciting news is that the mini-jet rose bush that J gave me 4 years ago (on our first Valentine’s Day together), after blooming marvellously in Year 1 and then stubbornly refusing to be bloomin’ anything since, has graced us with two luscious, velvety-red blooms.  Could this be a sign, I wonder…persistence, patience and a bit of tough love overcoming the odds to glory in the end?
We could do with a bit of that here!
A REMINDER A LITTLE LESS GENTLE THAN THE LAST ONE:
There are now only 22 sleeps to go people – that’s 21 days if you are here in the UK or in Australia – to what I have come to call with considerable affection, ‘The Big Birthday – Plus 1’.  I have already arranged my first birthday present to myself too – taking a four day weekend!  I love weekend birthdays…

28 Sleeps To Go…Allegiances

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I just watched Rafael Nadal pretty much demolish Tomas Berdych to win the Wimbledon Mens Final and Spain is through to the next round of the World Cup…tha last time I thought Spain was this prolific in the sporting world was when Arantxa Sanchez-Vicario and Conchita Martinez were on the tennis circuit…

Coming from a nation who has some history of sporting success I am now wondering what happened with Leyton Hewitt (I am sure he was still doing ok?), Australian cricket (the world’s most boring game though it may be) and Harry Kewell (red-carded in the Ghana game…what the #@!!?!).  Are we regrouping in preparation for London 2012 or just a little tired of the sporting limelight? 

It’s a convoluted web determining loyalties when your automatic allegiances are not an option…so I am now torn between Germany (money on them in the sweep at work) and Holland (heritage thing you know) to reign supreme at the World Cup. 

Other than that, it another sunny Sunday afternoon here on Kingston Hill.  A bit breezier than others of late but still managing to dapple my front path with light and dark and light again.  What’s not to love about that?

A GENTLE REMINDER:
There are only 28 sleeps to go…so get yourself a pen and mark that first day of August on your calendars, in your diaries and tap-tap-tap it into your phones and computers.  I wouldn’t want you to miss it…

Life in London… Through the Lens

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During the visit of Mum & her partner, we managed to get around all sorts of parts of London and I found myself getting a little snap-happy before forgetting that I do live here and do not have to capture every moment tourist-style…and I got all sorts of fab shots but there are some particular faves I want to share (or rather show-off about)…check these out!

I loved the lonely Narnia-style streetlamp in Lewes…

…this snippet of English quaintness in Fleet Street from the top deck of the hop-on-hop-off bus…
…the wicked reflection of this building down a side street opposite The Old Shades in the previous shot (so stoked the pic turned out!)…
…crossing Tower Bridge…things are looking up…
…the Elephant at the Tower (of London)…
…the slightly faded show of English support (not unlike their World Cup performance actually?!)…
…another taste of Narnia finding Aslan in repose at Trafalgar Square…

…as well as the message in a bottle on the 4th plinth…
…and finally the long & winding road/path through Richmond Park.

How could I possibly live anywhere else when surrounded by such inspiration?

And speaking of inspiration, it has come to that special time of year where I must remind you that there are only 28 shopping days before my first birthday since that ‘big one’ last year.  That’s 28 days to be inspired by some interesting, thoughtful and completely unnecessary gift..what a gift it is indeed for you to have a partner/daughter/sister/ friend/et al so helpful in jogging your memory about such important occasions…

Only 29 sleeps to go…

An e-Mother’s Day…

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So we’ve arrived at my second Mother’s Day for 2010 (in my schizophrenic UK-Oz life) and my Mum is on a plane right now, wing-ing her way to the West Coast of the States, then to France…and then to me here in the UK! 

That’s right, in just 17 sleeps, I will be at Heathrow Airport waiting to see my Mum for the first time in 3 years…

So in honour of this year’s second Mother’s Day, I thought I’d tell you about one of Mum’s very special skills…something very few people actually know about my Mum (particularly since she stopped doing my hair ooooh about 35 years ago!)…RINGLETS!

I figured the best way to showcase this awesome talent was in a old family pic of Mum, me and my little sister (fondly known as Lil Chicky)…

…and yes, that is me in the ringlet pigtails.
I could go into a litany of trauma experienced under the auspices of said ringlets (but there weren’t any) or trot out some other juicy tidbits that most people would not know about Mum.  But I do have other things to be getting on with today and I’ve just remembered that it’s supposed to be a day to honour thy mother, not give her a complete (if gentle) roasting.

So here’s to Mums everywhere (Mark 2) and especially to mine somewhere States-side…

Only 17 sleeps to go…

BTW, I thought that my Mother’s Day e-card might make it before she left for the airport. But any hope of that disappeared upon opening Facebook and being reliably informed by Lil Chicky in her latest post that she had in fact been up since 4.45am Oz time to take said parent and travelling partner to the airport. Buggar! Best laid plans eh? But I figure the e-card is still out there in the ether and will hopefully provide a little e-surprise when Mum visits an internet cafe somewhere on her travels…

20 Festive Sleeps To Go…

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I cannot quite believe we are in December and I am already starting to put things in my diary for next year…like next catchups with friends (we are now hugging goodbye saying ‘see you next year’) and routine appointments (like my next hairdresser’s appointment is now January 30th!) 

There are only 20 sleeps to go until Christmas Day, the shops are getting crazy-busy, parking in Kingston has officially become challenging and brightly-wrapped parcels from home are starting to form quite a festive pile under the Christmas tree. And we are off for our first Christmas event tonight – J’s daughter’s Christmas Dance Show – complete with roast turkey meal and all the yuletime trimmings. 

Just where did the year go?  Can anyone tell me??