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! ❀

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!