The struggle is real

Hate is a strong word.

I don't hate a lot of things.

But I do hate job hunting!

"You don't have enough experience"
"Sorry you have too much experience"

ARGHHH

On my return from home, I have spent an awful lot of time searching for work.  I reapplied for my old job again (just fewer hours) in the hopes that by this time I would be working and earning money.

But seeing as they had over 100 people apply for the job its taking longer than expected.

There has been so many jobs that I have applied for, and I'm just not hearing anything back.

UNTIL....

I received an email from my old job asking me to come in for an assessment centre.  Lucinda got an email as well so we were on our way!

We got there and was given a post-it note.  Our first task.  Put it behind your back and rip it into an animal in 20 seconds and then explain yourself.  Note I did the worst giraffe I have ever seen in my life and couldn't help but noticed my old managers trying not to laugh at how sad and pathetic it looked.

We then got split into groups, got given a list of 6 people with little bios.  One girl was pretty and loved flower arranging.  One was a mother of young children but was having an affair.  A man who was curing rabies but had indecently exposed himself in front of children... TWICE!  You know, the norm.  We were told that these people were trapped in a cave and it was up to us to decided who to save and who was going to die as there wasn't enough time to save them all.

Our final task was to split into different groups and come up with a marketing idea for easter.  There is no budget, be creative and GO!

All these things I can do, I just happened to be put into groups with a loud mouth who tried not to let anyone else speak, a girl who could barely speak English, and a guy who didn't speak at all.

I'm convinced it was my old managers way of having a bit of fun with me "let's make things interesting for Sam"

I must not have done too bad as I received a call a few days later asking to come back for an interview and some shadowing.  Lucinda also got called back so it was exciting all around.

The day had arrived, I met up with Lucinda the night before and tried to explain everything to her.  So we went in, got given a snazzy uniform and got put on position.  It was a nice feeling being back and was getting hugs from my old work mates.  I also had to help a new staff member as it was only his second day and he didn't know what he was doing.  "Thank god you're here Sam, cos I wouldn't have a clue"  Oh bless.

So after a great catchup with my friends (oh and a bit of work as well) I had my interview.

"You left this job Sam, so why should we hire you back?"

CRAP

I tried my best to explain myself, and answered the questions the best that I could without being cocky because I know all the procedures and the people.

I left the interview unsure.  When I left, my old managers told me that I would always have a job if i wanted it, but I didn't want to go into the whole process thinking that.  That would make me over confident and I could of lost it for myself.

Lucindas interview went well from what she told me, so now all we had to do was wait.

Fast forward a few more days and I have a slight panic attack at the private number flashing on my phone screen.  I answer it and BOOM!  I am officially employed again!  I start next week and the best thing is, Lucinda got the job as well.

This will be the 4th job that we have work together at.

These poor people wont know what hit them.

Prepare for an Aussie invasion!

Aussie Out
xo

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Scones!

So as lent is upon us, and Charlotte has decided to give up chocolate.  I am trying to be kind and bake thing that do not have chocolate in it.

This weeks baking mission : Scones.

A super simple recipe that can go wrong so easily.

You will need :

3 cups of self raising flour

1 cup of heavy cream

1 cup of lemonaid

Put the flour in a bowl and  make a well in the middle.  Add the cream and the lemonaid and using a flat knife, make cutting motions in the mixture until completely combined.  If the mixture is still sticky, add more flour.

Lightly dust a working bench with some more flour and transfer your mixture.  Then knead your dough for a few minutes.  Then roll it out so it is roughly a centimetre thick.

You can either cut it into squares or using a round cutter, into circles.

Pre heat oven 220 Celsius 

Bake 10-12 minutes

Add jam and cream for the top.

A tip for scones the next day, cut in two, put on some nutella and put back together, and heat for 10 seconds in the microwave.  It tastes like dreams coming true.

Enjoy

Aussie Out

xo

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A piercing tale

You know how when you are drunk and you come up with great ideas with your friends?

It never ends well.

The mammoth peer pressure I felt,  on that day was beyond anything I've ever felt before.  I don't regret it, but I wouldn't be bothered if I didn't have it.

So one night when my friends and I were all all the vodka in Sydney, we thought it would be a great idea for us all to get piercings the next day.  Having a crippling fear of needles, I only agreed as I was so drunk somebody could of told me I was going in for trans-gender surgery the next day and I would of thought it a brilliant plan.

When I woke up the next day, I did remember the plan but hoped that everyone else would of forgotten.

I was not so lucky.

So with full acceptance that I was going to have another hole in my body, and that if that hole was anywhere near my face, my mother would kill me, we all went to Newtown in Sydney (which is kinda the place to go for piercings and tattoos and made a booking.

One of my friends got dermals in his arm.

Another a lip ring.

When I told them all I wanted was my second holes done, my friends were not impressed.  I agreed to go a little more daring and agreed to the top part of my ear.

I don't know how it happened.  I could of still been drunk from the night before, but I made the appointment to get my tragus pierced.

My other friends went in first as I slowly freaked out in the waiting room.  They came out one by one with tales of how cranky the guy doing it was.

Finally it was my turn.

Everyone wanted to come in and watch me which the guy was fine with.  He marked me up and then told me to lie down.  I started freaking out and told him that I was terrified of needles.  His reply.

"Well close your F**kin eyes then"

Oh God!

A tight squeeze from my friends hand, a comforting word from another friend, and a sharp needle bursting through my skin and I was done.

What I didn't think through was the inability to sleep on my right side.  Not being able to listen to music on the way to work with my headphones... ohh and the crazy infection that I got.

The infection got sad bad at one point that the skin started growing over the back of the piercing.  However after drenching it in saline solution every couple of hours it did heal, as I was determined to have this piercing as I had suffered for it.

Fast forward a couple of years later and I want to change the jewel into something prettier than a silver ball.  I was having some trouble changing it so went into another piercing place so they could do it.

"Who did this for you?"

The lovely tatted up guy asked as he was changing the jewel.

"I only ask because whoever did it, did it wrong.  It's too far in.  Did it get super infected?"

OH MY GOD!

I knew that guy was an a-hole.

I told him about my experience and he knew straight away who the guy was as he had quite a bad reputation in the piercing and tattoo community.  Something I would of liked to be told at the time.

I still have my tragus pierced.  Half because I feel cool and hip, the other half is because it looks ugly and I have a stupid hole in my ear.

Moral of the story, don't go out drinking with my friends, you will end up with piercings (and tattoos - but thats for a later post)

Aussie Out

xo

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Shower Madness

So as all of my housemates should know by now, I find it almost impossible to shower without music.

I've had this strange little habit for a while.  My Mum got so annoyed at me at one point for having a huge extension cable running from my room to the bathroom just so I could listen to the spice girls in the shower that she brought me a shower radio for Christmas one year.  It was shaped like a penguin and was glorious.

I digress.

So every time I have a shower, I load my spotify app and choose a genre in which I would enjoy getting clean to.

With my current obsession being what it is lately, my shower time has been very 50s.

I call it the shower shuffle (because I just push shuffle - lets keep it clean <------ BAD PUN!)

Anyway there is a 50s tune called Duke Of Earl - Gene Chandler  that came on during my latest shower shuffle.

Now any 20+ year old Aussie would be familiar with a 90s commercial for shampoo in Australia.  Set to the tune of this 50s classic.  So what else could I do but recreate the commercial.




It wasn't a pretty sight.

Things to look out for in the video.

A woman making very suggestive hand gestures to a shampoo bottle
Some killer 90's hairstyles
Glorious bathroom dancing
Amazing hair flicking

Oh god I need help!

Aussie Out
xo

Please note : No shampoo bottles were harmed in the making of this blog post!

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The Aussie Traveler Cliché

Job hunting sucks.

Having to leave my job that I had to be able to go home for Christmas, I was stuck with the horribly annoying task of having to find a new job upon my return to London.

So it was only natural for me to then partake in the great Australian tradition of pub work.

I applied to work at a local pub that I had never stepped stepped into - I was a shoe-in.

What a surprise when my phone rang a couple of days later, asking me to come in for a trial.

I have never worked in a pub before.  I have however, spent a great deal of my life drinking in them, so with no confidence what so ever, and a killer hangover from all the cheap wine I had consumed the night before, #yolo, I walked in and hoped for the best.

I figured I wasn't off to the best start when I almost fell down the stairs to the cellar to leave my stuff.  Not an exaggeration by the way.  I have a habit of falling down the stairs, but i'll save that gem of a story for another time.

So once I got back up to the bar, I let the guy know the great news. 

I KNOW NOTHING!

The poor guy tried to explain everything to me.  But with the rugby playing, the pub was loud and busy, so I was kind of left to get on with it.

"Can I get an an Amstel with a top"

"Can I get a Fosters with lime"

"1 cappuccino please"

Oh My God!

So I quickly learnt that any time someone orders something with a top, it means add lemonade.

Add lime cordial to the fosters, not an actual lime!

And anyone who orders coffee in a bar can go to hell!

I spent an awful lot of my trial not knowing what to do.  How to pour a pint correctly.  And for the love of God, what glass do I use.

I did start getting the hang of it.  I totally poured a pint of Guinness like a boss!

I don't know why I didn't clue in that people would be drunk at a pub.  That's where I met Marco.  He was staring at me while I was behind the bar, so I checked that he had been served which he had been.  But then he quickly asked me if I would hang out with him at his house after my shift.

Let me just paint you guys a picture of Marco.  He had long greasy curly hair, round purple tinted sunglasses on- INSIDE - and a sleazy disposition.  Sort yourself out Marco.

So you can understand why I tried to be as nice as I could by making an excuse and walking away.

What I didn't realise was that he was sticking around in the pub and as I finished my trial ( it went alright by the end of it, so we shall have to see) Marco followed me out of the pub and started following me.

So I called Charlotte as we were planning to meet up.  However as I stopped walking, Marco stopped walking.  So there was no way of telling her "Yes I know we are 10 minutes away from each other but I think I am going to get raped" in any code that wouldn't be obvious.

So as I hung up the phone, he started talking to me again.

"What are you doing now"

"What are your plans for tonight"

"I like your hair colour.  Would you say its red?"

"This housemate you are meeting, is she a he or is he a she?"

Thankfully as I got to the station, I saw Charlotte and gave her the OH GOD PLEASE HELP ME eyes.

Marco looked as though he had hit the jackpot now that there was 2 of us.  When Charlotte asked him what his plans were for the night, he replied with "something fun, you girls are going to join me"

Thankfully Charlotte gave us a great excuse about friends coming over so there was no chance of anything "fun" with Marco.  We made a swift get away in the hopes of never having to see him again.

So all in all, I did enjoy working in a pub.  Quite stressful when you don't know what you are doing, but if I get the job, hopefully I can pick it up quickly.  That and try very hard not to become an alcoholic.

Aussie Out

xo

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Dealing with negative people

Two posts in one day?  Read on and see why!

I'd like to think that I'm a nice person.... 95% of the time.  I'm not perfect.  Nobody is.  But would I ever turn to the internet with the purpose of trying to make someone else feel bad?  Never!  Especially without a hilarious meme. Amateurs!

If only the rest of the world could be the same.

I received a comment on a recent post about a guy.  The comment has been deleted as the only negativity on my blog will come from me about my sad sad life choices.  I'm not going to name names or point fingers, but I am going to go through this comment, and nitpick at it until I get bored.

So here we go... dealing with negativity the Sam way!

"You really don't do yourself any favours, what with your clothes than are covered with dog hair, awful accent, and when you open your mouth you show more gum than a hubba bubba factory. course he's not interested as you are "too awesome" LOL "

Ok kids, lets break it down!

1. My clothes are covered in dog hair

I LOVE dogs.  Anybody who knows me, knows that is no secret.  I have dog PJS (more than 1 pair actually) and my favourite mug is my jack russell dog mug that I got for Christmas from Charlotte.  The main reason I moved into my house that I live in now, was because they had a dog.  HAD!  This dog moved out back in September last year.  So if I am covered with dog hair, I'm annoyed cos I don't even get the fun of playing with and cuddling with any dogs.

Do you have any other animals though Sam?  I do.  What a silly mistake this person has made.  I live with 2 rabbits aswell.  They live outside and I have nothing to do with them.  Nope not rabbit hair.  I've got it!  All the hair that all my clothes are apparently covered with must be coming from the 2 cats that I live with.  I mean the cats and I have a mutual disliking of each other so we stay out of each others way, but now I'm convinced that while I'm not at home, they plot against me by opening my door and rubbing themselves against all my clothes.  Charlotte, you must have words with your cats and tell them not to do this anymore.  It makes strangers on the internet upset.  Thanks :)

NEXT

2. My awful accent

Oh how upsetting.  I moved to the other side of the world because I love my accent SO much.  Jokes.  I am well aware by how annoying the Australian accent is, and I shall make no excuses that I don't sound any different to any annoying Aussie.  This is why I surround myself with lovely British, Irish and Scottish accents to make up for my lack of lovely sounds that come out of my mouth.  But I mean, you missed a great opportunity here.  I know you don't know me, but for future insults, I also say some REALLY stupid things with my stupid accent.  Ask my friends, they can tell you!

NEXT

3. I have gums

All the better to hold my teeth in my dear.  But ok I'll give you this one.  Because believe it or not, I have looked at myself in the mirror and know that I have a gummy smile.  Not my favourite feature about myself, but beggars can't be choosers now.  I would also like to point out that I have tiny teeth (and little hands but hey thats off topic).  Doesn't help the gum issue, but it cuts down on the teeth brushing time so who is the real winner here?  I do believe its me, and my healthy teeth (says the dentist anyway.)

However, if any representatives from Hubba Bubba would like to talk to me about me doing some ads for them, feel free to contact me - I do love me some Hubba Bubba!

After I told Charlotte about this comment, she was as shocked as I was that 2 very important things weren't brought up.

I'm short! 5'3.  That's a pretty easy thing to pick on.  And I am also....

GINGER!

But hey if you can find a red head insult that I haven't heard growing up, i'll be impressed.

So well done keyboard warrior, I am now convinced more than ever, that my blog is officially a success!  Enjoy your life, cos I really enjoy my gummy, annoying voiced life.  Now someone find me dog to cuddle!

Aussie Out
xo

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Banana Bread Baking!

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In honour of my very 50s lifestyle, I've been doing a spot of baking!

So armed with some old bananas and a killer 50s soundtrack, it was banana bread a go-go!

Ingredients

140 grams of unsalted butter (at room temp)

140 grams of caster sugar

2 large eggs

140 grams self - raising flour

1 tablespoon of baking powder

2 over ripped bananas (mashed)

Pre-head your oven to 180 degrees Celsius.  

Lightly grease your load tin.

Cream the butter and sugar until it is light and fluffy, then slowly add the eggs with a little flour.  Fold in the remaining flour, baking powder and bananas. Pour into the tin and bake for about 30 minutes or until a skewer comes out clean when inserted in the middle.  

Cool in the tin for 10 minutes then move to a wire rack.

The best thing about banana bread other than using up old bananas, is you can toast it, add some butter and its perfect for morning tea ( or a cheeky naughty snack)

Enjoy

Aussie Out

xo

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Valentine Smalentine!

Saturday isn't meant to hurt (unless the night before consisted of alcohol, kebabs and bad choices.)

So instead of spending this Valentines day, or as the single gal in me likes to call it - Saturday, surrounded in chocolates, teddy bears and flowers, I shall surround myself in memories of why I'm still single.

And what better way to start then to update you all on my Winter Christmas Boyfriend.

Wine and Tissues at the ready : Here we go.

So while I was living it up in the sun at home, I was receiving almost daily messages from the *boy.  Lovely messages about making plans to meet up again once I was back in London.  Filled with compliments and messages saying that he "like likes me" I was done for.

On my return, we still messaged each other.  Not as often, but I was telling myself he was messaging me late at night London time while I was away and due to jet lag, I was in bed by 9 (So Cool!)

Slowly the messages started dwindling out.

Then one night while I was out with my old work friends, I did something horrible.

I wish I had a good excuse to why I did it.  

I was drunk? 

I was emotional? 

I was lonely?  

..... I have no excuse!

I sent a drunk text!

 I'm not a drunk texter.  I don't make drunk calls.  So what was going on in my head is something that the wine, and some part of my brain that is choosing to not remember, knows.

Without quoting word for word, it was on the lines of saying I miss you and wished he was here to keep me company (bow chicka wow wow)

He replied the next morning.

"Lol"

....... ahhh what?

How could anybody think that my drunk advances should be replied to with Lol?

I was embarrassed and angry, not a good combo.  So I didn't reply in the hopes that he would message me again and see the error of his ways.

A couple of silent weeks later, he sent me a message saying he forgot to ask me how I enjoyed the recent snow in London.  He was back to being sweet and telling me that I "rocked his world" BOO YEAH! Single guys form a line!

So he was asking about how I was doing and as I am between jobs at the moment, I told him I was bored but waiting to hear back from a job.  His response.

"Lol"

....... Seriously? What the hell?

Since this recent LOL-athon, it has been silent on all fronts.  Note I did reply to the Lol, he has seen it and hasn't replied.

I think that this marks the end of the winter Christmas boyfriend.  

Until he wants to call or message me again and mess with my emotions some more.

So screw you Valentines day!

Sam needs chocolate and wine.... STAT!!

Aussie Out

xo

*I am now calling him the boy because that is how he is choosing to act.

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Traumatic Tinder Tale

Everyone else was doing it.... right?

I wish I could say that was the reason why I downloaded Tinder.

I think it was more on the level of I was out drinking wine, pretending to be sophisticated, when downloading tinder seemed like an amazing idea.

Sure it was fun for a while.

Sure it gave you a little ego boost when you swipe right for someone you are convinced are out of your league and the screen changes "You have a match."

It was all a bit of fun until you actually agreed to go out on a date.

Lets just call him J.

J lived near me, and we sent messages back and forth for a while.  He seemed nice.  We had a lot in common.  So when he asked me out to a local pub, I nervously agreed.

Just putting it out there how bad I am with guys.  If I like someone, I can't talk to them.  I get all shy and pathetic, so the thought of hanging out with a complete stranger terrified me.

So to try and put me at ease, Charlotte agreed to be my spy (because when you have an overactive imagination - tinder guy could always be a serial killer.)

So I walked down to the pub - late #standard - and there he was.  Nothing like his photo, but with the prospect of getting a free drink out of the deal, we went inside.

The conversation flowed.  This was the main warning sign that showed that I was not interested.  He was a lovely guy and I'm sure we could of become friends but alas that didn't happen. #spoileralert

As the night went on, and he kept buying me more and more drinks, it became harder and harder not to laugh as Charlotte would stand up and wave at me if I looked in her direction.  At one point she walked past my table in the direction of the toilets with a "come to the toilets now" kind of look.

As I excused myself, I met Charlotte in the toilets to a huge "NO!"

While I agreed with her that he was just not my type, I was hugely alarmed by the fact that Charlotte was watching him go to the bar to get our drinks.  While he was ordering me doubles, he was sticking to soft drinks and juice (while telling me that he was drinking vodka) WARNING WARNING!

So I went back to our table and we agreed that it was best to call it a night.  We lived in the same direction so we started walking together.

When it came time to part ways, he went in for the kiss, I quickly turned my head, gave him a hug and then ordered him to turn around and walk away so he wouldn't see which street I walked up. All about the trust.

He did end up messaging me a couple of days later saying he had a great time and wanted to hang out again.  I was never so grateful for working night shifts that week and having an excuse to give him.

I have heard nothing more from dear J.  So thanks for all the double vodkas and large wines strange tinder man, may I never see you in my area ever!

Tinder has left me with a bad experience that I'm pretty sure I could never get over.


Consider it deleted!

Aussie Out
xo

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My Current Obsession

So I warned Charlotte that the closer it gets to my birthday (April.. feel free to stay away), the more crazy I get.

It only started when I started seeing the wrong side of 25.

As soon as my birthday approaches, I am convinced that I am wasting my life away and henceforth need to change everything about my life.

This year, I think it might be necessary to commit me to a home.  As I am now almost fully convinced that I want to live in the 1950s.

I've always felt like I was born in the wrong era, and my friends have always called me an old soul, but I think I might be taking things a step too far.

I know logically, there is no possible way for me to live in the 50s, but I cannot seem to get the idea out of my mind.

It seems like such a simpler lifestyle.  No phones, no internet, no judgemental looks when you take out your knitting on public transport - all things I'm pretty sure I can do without.

So what brought on this case of insanity?

Could it be that one of my favourite songs is Moon River - Andy Williams. 

No!

Could it be that back home I have a wonderful vinyl collection which includes all Beatles albums?

Not a chance!

How about my love of sewing and knitting/crochet?

Surely Not!

Why it is because I have started watching Call The Midwife?

You bet your bottom dollar!

A show based on the memoirs of a midwife Jennifer Worth back in the 1950s in the East End, London.  It's so beautifully shot and the outfits are amazing.  Not a booty short in sight, it was a world where woman in beautiful dresses were considered sexy.  Where gentlemen existed and weren't just a figment of our imaginations.

Where the music was honest, and not talking about "shawtys in the club" but asked a more simple question.  "Why do fools fall in love?"

Where instead of slut drops and grinding, waltzing was the norm.

So with my poor housemates not standing a chance, they are now forced to put up with 50s music blasting from the kitchen while I bake and crochet on the sofa.  Am I sorry?  Not for a second!  Do I hope this phrase passes quickly?  Perhaps its for the best.

But will I ever stop loving Moon River?

 No

Will I ever stop collecting vinyl? 

Not a chance

Will I ever stop sewing and knitting? 

Surely not

Will I ever stop watching Call the Midwife?  

Never!

Tickety - Boo

Aussie Out

xo

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Feeling like a kid again.

So it snowed in London. (Insert girly squee here.)

Living and growing up in Australia, snow is like a mysterious beautiful thing that just doesn't happen.  I've seen it in movies and tv shows, and never imagined that I would live in a place where snow at your house is possible.

When I was 19, my Dad took pity on me, and took me to Queenstown, New Zealand.  Getting off the plane and it being -5 degrees was a shock to the system, but one that I welcomed.  Also the fact that they filmed Lord of the Rings there helps ( not ashamed to say that one day I pointed at a rock and claimed that Legolas had stood on that rock, much to the disgrace of my Father.  Turns out that rock was in the movie and he did in fact stand on that rock so BOO YEAH!  Take that Father, I'm cool!)

I always figured that if the temperature was below zero, it was automatically going to snow.  I now know that is not the case at all.

So on my trip to New Zealand, we drove up a mountain to go skiing.  Something that I was willing to try, but not really wanting to do.  Seeing snow for the first time was beyond anything that I could of imagined.  So with my skis on and lots of warning to avoid the yellow snow, I practised on the baby slopes before I got given any lessons.  Lets just say that I'm not the best skier, and an instructor yelling at me to "make a pizza" with my skies, only wanted me to shove those skies where the sun wasn't shining.

So with a firm belief that I am never going to ski again, I assumed that all my snow adventures were over... and I didn't even get to make a snowman.

So when I first moved to London, I had high hopes of snow.  There had been snow the previous winter so I waited with excitement.  As the days were getting warmer, I accepted that it just wasn't going to happen.  (Even though people were telling me that it could still happen.)

So this year I had hopes once more.  More and more people were sending me pictures of snow up North and I have to admit, I was getting more and more annoyed at every beautiful picture.  

Charlotte told me that she would take me somewhere to see snow, but that wasn't the point.  I've seen snow before.  I just wanted to look outside my window and see it.  To look at my garden and see it covered in white.  To sit in my room, lovely and warm, and watch the snow fall from my window.

I became a little obsessed.  I always had a snow website open, telling me if it was going to snow in London, every morning the first thing I would do is look out my window in the hopes of seeing it covered in white.

But all my waiting paid off.

I was looking at the website, and with a 90% chance of snow for the next day, I went to bed like a little girl on Christmas Eve.  

I was woken up by my neighbours children playing.  As I looked outside, I saw what I was waiting 15 months to see.

It was beautiful.  

I received a knock on my door not much longer afterwards from Charlotte to tell me that it had snowed and I'm not ashamed to say I was jumping up and down like a little girl at Christmas.  As I was looking out the front windows, it started to snow again and it was perfect.  It was still so early, so I went back to my room, and sat by my window, lovely and warm and watched the snow fall.

I did end up going back to sleep, and when I woke up, it was if it had been a dream.  Until I looked out my window that is.  The snow was already starting to melt so I quickly put on warm clothes and made a tiny little snowman (my first ever).  

The snow is all gone now.  I only had it for a few hours, but those few hours where amazing and i'll never forget it, or that feeling of waking up and seeing everything covered in snow.

So I just want to say this, if you live in a country where snow is a regular thing, don't take it for granted.  I know its cold and slippery and causes delays everywhere, but just stop and think, that snow that you are cursing, could be someones dream come true.

Aussie Out

xo 

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Soft Peanut Butter Chocolate Chip Cookies

So in honour of me watching far too much "Call the Midwife" and wanting to be a 50s housewife, I found a 50's music playlist on spotify and spent my afternoon baking cookies.

This was the first time I have tried this recipe and they actually turned out really well.

Get Ready.  Get Steady. And BAKE!

Ingredients:

-  113g butter - salted or unsalted

- 1/2 cup caster sugar

- 1/2 cup light brown sugar (firmly packed)

- 1 egg

- 1 teaspoon of vanilla extract

- 3/4 cup of peanut butter (smooth or crunchy)

- 1 cup plain flour

- 1 teaspoon baking powder

- a pinch of salt

- 1 cup of chocolate chips 

Preheat oven at 175 degrees Celsius

 Bake in the middle of the rack for 12- 14 mins or until the edges of your cookies start to brown.

This is a quick and easy recipe and made 20 cookies but could make more if you make them a little smaller.

Give them a try and let me know how they turn out for you!

Aussie Out
xo

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She Bangs?

I am facing one of most girls greatest dilemmas.

To cut my fringe or to not.

My hair is naturally curly so it will be a commitment if I do want to cut my fringe.

I had one just before I moved to London but decided to let it grow out as I got sick of the up keep.

The only problem with this, I get so excited about thinking of cutting my fringe, but as soon as I do, I regret it.

What ever shall I do? 

#HELP!

Aussie Out

xo

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Trip to Oxford (Travel Tuesdays)

Earlier this week, Charlotte and I went on a day trip to Oxford.  Neither of us had been before, so in hopes of catching a smart fellow, off we went.

After a rough start of me sleeping in, and the trains being delayed that is.

Once we got to Oxford, it was nothing that I had expected.  To be honest I didn't know what I was expecting.

It had that small town feel, everyone either walking around the town or riding along on bikes. 

People stopped people in the streets to chat.

I had a proper conversation with a sales lady about her dog.

In short... nothing like London.

After strolling around the town, and some of the university grounds (and saw Oxford boys playing Rugby - HOT), we went for afternoon tea and a bit of shopping.  I was introduced to cream tea where it was tea (or in my case coffee) and a scone with cream and jam.

We then went for dinner at The Bears Inn (or just The Bear to the locals.)  We struggled to find it, but after Charlotte asked for directions from a guy who she very clearly intimidated (he stuttered out directions in a blind panic that a blonde girl was talking to him.)  However once we did find it, it was a very small (if you are tall - duck) kind of a place.  Very warm and had amazing food.

Oxford is a place I could see myself living in.  It was so beautiful and so peaceful and hope to find myself back there again soon.

Aussie Out

xo

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Farm Yard Crazy

On a recent trip to the corner shop, Charlotte discovered a packet of plastic farm yard animals.  After a great laugh about how funny it would be to buy them and put them in Thoms room, we left the shop and I didn't give it much thought afterwards.

A few days later, there was a knock on my door.  I opened it to find Charlotte holding the packet of plastic animals.  The farm yard hunt was about to begin.

So we giggled like school girls as we hid 6 plastic animals in his room, and waited impatiently for him to come home and see how long it would take him to notice.  Not very long at all.

Next we set out sights on Nicoles room.  While she was out on a date we re-hid all the animals and waited.  We received a group message on whats app, with her finding one of the animals, and the game was on.

We had hid them in Charlottes room also (The only photos I have I stolen from her as we hid them in a panic thinking she was coming home.)

My house is crazy... and I love it.

Aussie Out
xo

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