Thursday, July 31, 2008
Sunday, July 27, 2008
I have been taking it easy this weekend, enjoying the fact that I am still alive (and a few inches slimmer!) after last weeks dramatic approach to food intake/out-take. But here are a couple of pics to share.
1) A lasagne I made on saturday night in one of my new mini lasagne dishes. While shopping for this dish I realised there is a gap in the market for a single serving lasagne dish which is handily shaped and sized to match lasagne pasta sheets. Ho hum. Anyway this little beaut (picking up the lingo out here) tasted delish, although not discernably different from the saucepan-lasagne I creatively concocted two weeks ago when missing a lasagne dish at the crucial moment.
2) Sunday (today) I went shopping in Bondi Junction (shoppers paradise). My list contained exciting homey items such as pillows, bedding, tea towels and the like. These purchases are part of the anti-homesickness plan because since being off work ill, homesickness has been circling in the back of my mind. I have a two stage plan (or a "two pronged strategy" for my PR pals) which involves making my new home homier and keeping busy. Hence the tea-towels, and the shopping (oh, and the flap jacks I just made my colleagues....). Anyway, on my way home the sky turned black, hiding the sun away, and as I walked into the apartment the heavens opened with a flash and a burp. Sydney does thunderstorms rather well I think and this snap shows the view out of our french windows across the harbour - check out the double rainbow! It looked even brighter in real life. Ooooh just saw fork lightening too!
I am writing this mini post in the dark while my housemate naps on the sofa in front of the AFL game (Melbourne vs someone). If you hadn't already noticed that the rules could only have been invented by a nation which defies gravity by essentially living upside down, the following quote from the commentator would have given it away. In what other nation would he get away with saying this and keeping a straight face!?
"They are a bit like Paris Hilton at the moment. They seem to be able to play with anyone..."
Thursday, July 24, 2008
This is a strange tale, bear with me...
Last night I started to read next month's Letchworth Book Club book, Treasure Island. It was picked after I flew around the world to take up residence in Sydney so a couple of weeks back I traipsed my ex-pat bottom across the Harbour Bridge, through the city and up Oxford Street to a second-hand bookshop in search of a copy that wouldn't break the bank. Books here, you see, are very expensive - but that is a point for another day. So I found myself in a lovely bookshop, up three floors and peering at the children's second-hand section. Two copies of Treasure Island - both hardback, both with lovely plates illustrating throughout. I chose the cheapest (of course), and took my book home.
Fast forward to last night and I was tucked up in bed, feet like blocks of ice, when I decided to flip to the front of the book to see... well... I don't know what. But I stuck my finger in the book to not lose my place and flipped to the front page.
And my book was printed in Letchworth, Hertfordshire, England.
It somehow found its way all the way around the world, only to end up in the hands of a Letchworthian!! Letchworth isn't a big town - about 40,000 - and nothing of note ever originated in the town (excepting yours truly, of course). Sydney on the other hand is a city of 4 million, with possibly just me coming from Letchworth. But this little children's story found me. And that made me smile and forget my cold feet for a while.
Monday, July 21, 2008
This weekend was my birthday. Well, more specifically, Sunday was my birthday, and I had a brilliant weekend of fun planned.
It started with a girlie night at Retro (dancing to 90s dance music, wearing a glo-band) until about 11pm when old friend KK flew into town from Perth. I haven't seen KK since her wedding 18 months ago and it was great to catch up again.
On saturday morning KK headed to her friends for lunch while I took off up to Bankstown for my helicopter flying lesson. Regular readers will remember that this was my leaving presie from Hotwire, and it may turn out to be more expensive than planned because I LOVED IT! I want to do it more! Here are a couple of piccies from the day:
Saturday evening I met KK at Circular Quay for some bubbles and then we headed up to china town for dinner. Here, dear reader, is where I suspect it went wrong.
Sunday morning (the big day!) I woke up with some highly unsociable symptoms of food poisoning. I eventually make it into a cab to go to my birthday lunch, but only stay for an hour or so and in that time manage to clock up at least six vomits in the loo and two in flower beds (en route there and back). Everyone was very kind when I ran off so quickly, despite many of them having a battle to get there through the papal pilgrims on the climax day of World Youth Day (week).
I have just made it back from the doctor (very impressed with him, never realised that NHS appointments were so brief!) and have been signed off work for a week. I have to say though, the words "take it easy, you are likely to have these feelings of nausia for a few weeks even after the vomiting stops" sent a shiver down my spine.
Friday, July 18, 2008
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
I was raised with lots of phrases and sayings, as are most English people - a bizarre proverb for every situation. But two of the phrases stuck with me more than all the others.
From my Grandad Wearmouth:
The moving finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all thy piety nor wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a line,
Nor all thy tears wash out a word of it.
- The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
From my dad:
If a job's worth doing, its worth doing properly
My dad's is the one I consciously think about daily, but my grandad's usually makes me cry. That's because the first time I heard it it was through my dad. I was about 11 years old and had said something mean to my dad. That piece of poetry was his response as he walked away, visibly hurt. I think its a beautiful passage.
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Thursday, July 10, 2008
1) Australians all seem to wear shades of black and grey to work. Colour doesn't seem to be classed as work attire.
2) Australians say "ah, look" a lot.
3) Sydney buses have a sticker on the drivers window that says "Do not access bus through window".
I love that last one.
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
I can't remember whether I might have already told you, or whether I only mentioned it on my Twitter feeds (on the left of the page... over there....) but I bought a painting at a gallery opening a couple of weeks ago.
I haven't been able to stare at it lovingly each morning since though, as it has been entertaining the masses at the gallery every since. But yesterday the exhibition ended and now I can go to Chippendale and claim my fabulous piece. I am incredibly excited, but also exhausted today and am now summoning the energy to jump in a cab and collect it. To build up the energy in the form of raw excitement I did a bit of a Google search for the artist, Angus Wood, and found a photo of my piece on the gallery website! Its called Duck Cover and in real life its a more vivid green and the brush work is beautiful, but here is a small piccie of it so you can all appreciate my enthusiasm, develop a love for Angus' work and therefore drive up the value of my painting. Not that I would sell it to you, coz I love it :-p
Thursday, July 03, 2008
Day three at work today and I have discovered two potentially deal breaking incompatabilities with my colleagues...
First off, I was in a brainstorm for one of the agencies big clients when I suggested an idea involving wireless routers (trust me, it was a corker). I get to the climax of the idea; "and of course it can't be done without a router" (or something).... and I am met with uproarous laughter. I look at them confused and they all chime in with a very plummy accent repeating back to me "rooooter". Used to the odd tease about my accent I ask them how Australians would say it; "rowter", like Americans. I am really not sure I can comply. But it gets worse - apparently when you say it my way it means something quite different out here, and that something is not appropriate for polite company. I guess rowter it is! Urgh.
A couple of hours later and I was starting to se the funny side of the tomayto/tomato scenario. Then a colleague came up to me and asked me to pick the treat for this week's Lunch and Learn training session which I am runing tomorrow. "How about flapjacks?" I ask. Flummoxed faces all round. "Like, pancakes?" they ask. So I attempt to describe the inner workings of the oaty delight of flapjacks (describing how some weirdos add raisins but that the best are either chocolate chip or dipped in chocolates). Seems they don't have flapjacks in Australia. Hmmm. Now I have talked about it I want one! I might have to get cooking and introduce my colleagues to flapjacks....
Tuesday, July 01, 2008
Its a great day today for two reasons:
1) I started work and think I am going to be really happy
2) I got confirmation of my Sydney Harbour helicopter flying lesson booking ... 19th July!! My birthday weekend!!
Which nicely outweighs 2:1 the bad thing that happened:
1) I managed to show my bottom to the world when a big gust of wind caught my skirt....