We have a home!

Yippeeeee we don’t have to squat in the campervan!

I’ve found us a fabulous centrally located house for a month, care of Katrina via Air BnB. This should give us time to find a permanent rental property Β (if anyone will have us 😬)

It’s literally 5 minutes from the beach, and hopefully not far from an old friend too… but best thing ever, its over the road from Burgerfuel 😍 (and a pizza place and a chippie and a sushi bar…)

Anyone think I picked it for its food location? You’re probably right πŸ˜‰πŸ˜†

149 days to go! ( and we’re saving as hard as we can)


Too fecking short

Today has been a harsh reminder of how short life Is, and why we should make the most of it.

Beautiful Beki, you fought so hard and are a ninja-cancer-arse-kicking trooper.. yesterday you took your long rest and today I lift a glass of prosecco and swear to live life like you did: Dance like no-one is watching, don’t hold back. Love like you’ve never been hurt.

It makes me even more determined to hug my babies tight and take them on holiday and love every minute ❀


152 days to go



Butterflies and responsibility

This morning I have woken up with the awesome feeling of butterflies in my tummy… closely followed by the mild thud of fear.

When we first went to New Zealand as a couple Β (18 years ago!) It was exciting and also easy: there were just two of us and we could easily sleep on a floor or in a tent, no worries. This time, I know I have to make sure we have a proper place for the boys to kip, and the thud in my tummy is the feeling of responsibility.

Next mission: contact some estate agents and try arrange a rental property by the beach somewhere in Tauranga.

Meanwhile, the butterflies can stay ☺

My youngest doesn’t give a shit and just wants to play Nintendo. Β I want his outlook on life 😎 (p.s that’s a teddy on the shelf above his head, not a poo πŸ˜‚)


161 days to go!

Life’s too short.

This week as few of us did a pretty muddy 5k run to raise funds for cancer research uk. I’m so proud to have run with these ladies, they’re a lovely bunch!

We’ve all been touched in some way by cancer and in the past year or so, the shitty disease has taken away some good friends, and also family from the people I hold close.

It has brought it home to me that life really is so short, and such a gift. Be with those you love. Be kind. Be happy. ❀



Getting fit.

So I thought I’d try and get fit in time for our holiday. So one night after a couple of gins, I hunted down a couch-to-2k app and installed it.

I’m now on week 2 and I swear it’s killing me.

I’m not build for speed, I’m built for comfort πŸ˜‚

I’m going to keep going though and see how far I can get before I swear out loud at the cows laughing at me from their field πŸ˜‚


Today’s run was badly timed though… waterhole’s shut πŸ˜‰

165 days to go!

So you know how I said I’d never go camping?…..

I hate camping. Hate it.

To be fair, when I was a child and my parents took me camping, I bloody loved it. We went to so many places: Spain; Wales; Italy; France.. and we all had a ball. That was with my Mum and Dad and Sister. We slept well, we ate well, we played and swam and had a ball.

Well these days, I’m not sure cramming my 4 boys in a sweaty tent with no wifi, no washing machine and a very loudly snoring husband is quite my bag πŸ˜‚.

It would be fair to say that the mere thought brings me out in a cold sweat.

(We did try a static caravan once and that nearly finished me off. The fact that I was pregnant with number 4 boy-child and could not even relax with a pint of wine may have tipped me over the edge..)

Hubby and kids are really up for it (in a feral-caveman type way I think) so in the vein of sportsmanship-wife-kind-of-thing – I have come to a compromise, and we are going to hire a MotorHome for 3 weeks on our arrival in NZ. (And 5 sets of ISOLATE earplugs πŸ˜†).


Reality hits

This weekend was a tough one. I’ve been so stressed and I don’t think I realised how much the planning of a 9 month holiday would play on my mind.

Thursday and Friday night were taken up with waking up and not being able to get back to sleep, interspersed with dreams about all the things we need to arrange; work out house rental, cancel subscriptions, what to pack, how to transport things there, hire a motor home, figure out where we’ll spend Christmas, how to get Wi-Fi on the go, jeeeez so much to think about! Β And on top of that, my amazing mum’s birthday on Saturday, surprise party for one of my bessies all afternoon, and my 9 year olds party on Sunday.

It all got a bit much to be honest and I’ve been a walking zombie.

Now that the weekend is over, I can relax and get back to the weekly food shop, laundry and cleaning πŸ˜’

We did however have lots of cake this weekend which is always a bonus 😁

179 days to Go!


Bye bye paper license

Yes, we’re THAT old. We’ve finally got around to swapping our paper driving licenses for proper ones. They arrived this morning!

And now I am pondering the endless question… does anyone actually like their license photo? Hubby looks like he’s about to rob a bank and I look like I’ve been stuck in a hedge. πŸ™ˆ

186 days to go!


188 days to go!

We Have our Visas! We applied for the four boys 9 month holiday visas, thinking that they would take up to 6 months to be approved… they came back within 4 days! Awesome service from the NZ Visa team in London πŸ˜€

Mark and I already have our Permanent Resident Visa, so we can stay longer, but we’d have to post the kids back to Nana’s House πŸ˜ŠπŸ˜‰