I just realised I’m a hoarder πŸ€€

So we’ve been trying to sort the house out in the last couple of weeks, ready to rent out, and tonight I had a glance in the toy room and nearly spat my tea.

How did I not realise that we have filled the house with so much shit?!

Here. Have a look. Don’t judge me.


I could blame the kids, but that would be a blatant lie πŸ™ˆ

I’m a hoarder. I have a draw of doom. You know the one? It sits in the kitchen and contains anything and everything you could possible ever need (and more). Its so full, but the amazing thing is that if I randomly need something that’s in there, I can actually find it πŸ˜†

I’m sure it’s not just me that has that draw. Is it? (And who am I trying to kid? Not only do I have a draw, but it also has some close relatives: the Cupboards of Doom πŸ™ˆ).

We had a carboot sale, and STILL we have all this crap sitting in the toyroom. Jesus, I need a skip.

The plus side to this is that the kids have discovered their love of a Trip to the Tip! In fact on the odd “Mum, I’m so BORED” days of the holidays, we’ve enhanced it with an exciting trip to dump some of the crap we’ve accumulated. Throwing plates and small appliances from high up into a giant skip is very therapeutic! I highly recommend taking the kids to help. (Although be prepared for arguments as to who should be first in line to smash the microwave πŸ™‰)

And… 71 days to go! 😁

Forgiving assholes and the longest run

I decided this weekend that I’m going to attempt the couch to 10k, seeing as I’ve managed the 5k (and it didn’t, in fact, kill me as I thought it may πŸ˜…).

So today I set off down my usual route, with the intention of turning homeward when my phone beeped to tell me I was halfway. I’m 2 minutes away from halfway when I see my asshole ex-neighbours strolling towards me on a family walk… and in that split second, I felt a myriad of emotions:

anger (they built a bloody garden shed right in front of my kitchen window),

fear (oh god what if they try to speak to me? πŸ™ˆ),

panic (can I still breathe after 20 minutes running? πŸ˜†),

resignation (I’m going to HAVE to run past them cos there’s hedges on either side, they’ve seen me and it won’t look ‘normal’ to dive in a hedge πŸ™ˆπŸ™Š),

determination (fuck them, I’m going to run past looking like a bloody gazelle).

So I did. Run past them. But I also didn’t want to turn around and run past them AGAIN to run home, so I took the scenic route past a few cows, cow pats, and a lot of corn. I actually enjoyed it more than road running! Bonus.

The Asshole Ex-neighbours moved in about 5 years ago, and one half popped round amiably to say hello. I thought she was lovely. She asked about whether we knew anything about garden boundries with the other neighbours, so I gave her a couple of photocopies of our house plans, showing the surrounding house areas and boundaries. Within 2 weeks she had begun building a huge garden shed blocking our kitchen window. 😑 They built it exactly to legal boundary limits, meaning that the view of the back of a shed is all we now see from our window. Like I say: Assholes.

Taking the scenic route home did give me a clear 20 minutes to realise that the building of the Asshole Shed was actually the kickstart of us planning our trip abroad though, and by the time I got home, I realised that I should probably be thanking them. But they’re still Assholes.

And…. I managed a 6.3km run! πŸ’ͺ

Get in.

76 days to go! 😎

Family, memories, what I’ll miss (and some of what I won’t)

We’re mid- school holidays, and just back from a roadtrip to see Gammar and Gagrag. It was a brilliant couple of days, and the kids have been truly spoiled. We haven’t been up North in a long time, and visiting Morecambe and Blackpool after such a long time away was a real trot down memory lane.. I did attempt to show the kids ‘This Is Where I Met Your Father’ and ‘This Club Was So Cool Back In My Day’ and even the ‘This Was The Tree We Drove Into One Night In the Mini Metro when We First Met’… but to be honest the kids were more interested in slot machines and ice creams πŸ˜‚

It did make me think that these memories with the grandparents are priceless, and I wish we had more time to come up and see them… 9 months on the other side of the world is going to be a very long time without them πŸ˜” BUT.. thank God for Skype and facetime.

So. Blackpool rocked (geddit? πŸ˜‚). We did the log flume in the rain, we went down countless waterslides in The Sandcastle, and we ate lots and lots of icecream. We hunted for cockles in Morecambe Bay, we played lots of 2p machines and Grandad loved playing Golf Football with the boys ❀

We made lots of lovely memories, and for the first time EVER, all 4 boys slept til nearly 8am… pretty awesome, eh? 😁

What I really won’t miss, are the huge (and I mean HUGE) queues – they aren’t fun for anyone, let alone an anxious aspergers child who struggles with the concept of waiting in line- and the motorway traffic that the M6 always seems to have.. I’m looking forward to getting lost on remote New Zealand roads and just being able to park up and jump in the sea.

Bring it. 84 days to go!

I am not a morning person! πŸ˜‚

One week of having the kids at home and I’m rocking in the corner πŸ˜‚

Not really… I love having them at home! Between the incessant “where are we going today mum?” And “can we stay in pyjamas?” (That’s 2 separate kids, so one big argument right there in the making), I become entertainer and referee, rolled into one.

So this morning I set my alarm early (6.55 IS early for me) to go for a birdsong jog. In my mind, this sparrow’s fart awakening would spur me into a healthy, good mood for the day.

The reality was that I rolled out of bed, chucked contact lenses in my eyes in a half-asleep stupor, rooted around the clean washing pile for jogging gear, then set off to welcome a butt cheek cramp for 2.5k while panicking that I wasn’t going to be home in time for hubby to get to work.

I repeat. I am NOT a morning person πŸ™ˆ

And.. 95 days to go!

Oh fuck! 99 days to go! And everything left to do…

I’m bloody crapping it. To put it mildly πŸ˜‚

We are due to pay the balance on the holiday in a week and I just realised that we’re in to the 2 figure countdown… *squeeeak*

We still haven’t arranged to rent the house out and I’m no closer to clearing it out. I need a kick up the bum. I have got a huge pile of stuff for the carboot though and we’ve done the tip run.

I’ve also looked in to how to deregister the kids from school, and home schooling. This part I’m really looking forward to, and dreading in the same ratio. My mantra is, “We’ll be fine, there’s always Google” πŸ˜†

Also, we are 1 week in to the kid’s summer holidays and we’ve had a ball so far: 3 parks and picnics, 1 pyjama day and 1 outside chores and icecreams day. House is a bloody tip, but we have smiling faces 😍


99 days to go 😨






I’ve done it! Yes it nearly killed me πŸ˜…

I did it! I only went and graduated the c25k! It wasn’t fast and it certainly wasn’t pretty, but I did it ☺

To be honest, if I can, then anyone can πŸ˜‚ I’ve almost dedicated my life to perfecting the couch potato style, so this really is a biggie. Prior to early May, I would have cried at just thinking about running for a bus. Now, I can kick a ball with son #2 for bloody ages- or take him running (if my ears can stand the moaning πŸ˜‰) Β or chase them round the park without expiring.

I’m more of a bumbling hippo than a gazelle, but I’m so proud, I could dance. Slowly. So that my aching limbs don’t collapse 😁

Check me out 😎 ( I did warn you it wasn’t pretty πŸ˜†)


Meanwhile, back at the ranch, we’re on day 2 of the Summer Holidays. Kids have already complained that they’re bored πŸ˜’ – despite 2 picnics and 2 different local venues.

How long til they go back? πŸ˜‚

And… 102 days to go!

Missing my bffs

I’ve had a brilliant weekend up in Manchester catching up with my bffs.. and it’s made me realise how much I’m going to miss so many of my friends here πŸ˜”

Sometimes life goes so quickly. Mostly my days are a bit groundhog day: wake up, separate fighting kids, make packed lunches, separate fighting kids, drop off to school and pre-school, sort the bomb-site out (aka home), pick up pre-schooler, play/get pre-schooler to help clean aforementioned bomb-site Β πŸ˜‰ , pick more kids up from school, referee kids, cook dinner, separate fighting kids, bath, persuade kids to sleep, pass out. Repeat.

And I realise that weeks have gone by without me keeping in touch with my friends as much as I should. They are always in my head, and in my heart, but the days go so quickly that I don’t text and ring and pop over as much as I want to.

So this weekend in Manchester with one of my oldest friends (and I mean that in the longevity way! You’re only as old as you feel!) and 2 long lost kiwi friends was just brilliant, and exactly what I needed.

And I also learned that you can totally enjoy an entire 6 hours out-out, with your top on inside out πŸ˜‚


I’m really going to miss some people while we’re away, you know who you are 😚

BUT… it’s also made me remember my friends who are still in that southern hemisphere, I haven’t seen them for so long! It’s going to be ace to see them again and catch up on the last 13ish years (shit, they went fast. I blame the groundhog day effect πŸ˜‰).

And… 111 days to go!


Sell, Sell, Sell!

So we’ve started selling stuff.  Mostly books, DVDs, toys  (the ones that aren’t completely munted that is πŸ˜†) and the other thing we’re on to is the tip run. Well the tip pile. I need to drive to the tip with a shed load of stuff, but I can never remember which days the tip is closed on so the tip pile in the garden is just getting bigger and bigger, til I get off my ass and drive it all there. But I bet I’ll do it on a Thursday. And I bet the tip is closed on a Thursday. You can see my dilemma here πŸ˜‚

I also need to do a carboot sale or 3, but the idea of getting up and out the house by 6.45am on a Sunday is just not appealing. At all. That’s my serious hangover time with the kids πŸ™ˆ

Meanwhile, the running is going well! I’ve finally trotted out a 5k run in a not too shabby 34 minutes. And yes it’s still killing me. But in a perverse way I’m enjoying it! So I rewarded myself with  new pants 😎

And… 116 days to go!

The Pound Drop

Another day, another drop in the economy πŸ˜•

After the Brexit vote Β (almost a year ago now!) The pound dropped from around $2.20 high to a low of Β $1.67, which is really depressing to watch as any money that we take with us to live on is now worth so much less once we convert it in to NZD.

Then a month ago the pound seemed to be making a small recovery and stumbled up to $1.89.. however thanks to a rather weird election it has now dropped backΒ Β down to $1.77.


I refuse to moan too much though as some jokes are too funny to ignore 😁


And… 140 days to go! ❀