The one about the pounds …

It’s been a while and I owe a gazillion blog posts by now.  Literally a gazillion. We’ve been to Oman, we’ve been all sick, I’ve been working … it’s endless.

A few weeks back I took a day trip to London.  Which sounds way more exciting and adventurous than it actually is – because London is just over an hour’s flight from here and it’s incredibly cheap to get to.  You can do it in a day with no problems.   Continue reading The one about the pounds …

The one about the vaguebooking LUMC post

I kind of vaguebooked yesterday about what was going on and why I was at the LUMC, and also to my friends who mentioned that I didn’t sound ok with what happened yesterday – I want to reassure you I am fine. Thank you for the messages and the love xx

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The Official 2017 Eurovision Drinking Game.

The Official 2017 Eurovision Drinking Game. (All rights reserved)

Requirements: Alcohol. Dress up items from country of choice. Alcohol.  Eurovision Broadcast.  Alcohol.

I take no responsibility for hangovers or liver failure if you follow this to the core.  Your choice, I just make it up 😉

Download your copy here.  (Best pop it in a plastic sleeve if you’re going to play along to prevent stains and spills 😉 )

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The one about finding people who get where you’ve been …

Let me be the first to say – this is by no means dissing any of my existing friends, especially those who are close to me and have been by my side throughout everything.  You are all wonderful, and I value you all.

3 years ago, I was struggling with the TTTS/TAPS diagnosis, endless doctors appointments, not knowing if my children would live or die.  I was in a country where I barely spoke the language, with only my husband knowing the full extent of what was going on, and our parents to a lesser extent.  A lot of my pain and hurt I hid from public view (this is part of who I am) and internalised.  On top of that, being part of this mysterious 10% that got a condition that not many people understand, and not being able to find good, reliable and easy to understand information about – things were stressful.  And it felt like I was alone. Very alone.  16,000 kilometres away from my family and friends, and very little emotional support. Continue reading The one about finding people who get where you’ve been …

14 Cents — MishMashMoments

So last night we went out for dinner with my parents. A old friend from bowling (yep – I used to do 10 pin bowling for a sport. Fun fact, I once came 4th in Australia) was driving through and crashing at my parents house so we went to the local pub where they have…

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The one where I read a book and decided to talk about it …

First of all, let’s get one thing sorted here. I am not paid to write this review. I bought the book with my own, hard earned cash.  I won’t receive any kickbacks from writing this review.  (Well, maybe some gratitude from the contributors of the book if it sells a book or 2. ) I have friends who have contributed to this book who’ll get something out of it, of course, but for me, well, all I’ll get is a thank you and of course the experience of reading the book.  All opinions of said book in this post are my own and may or may not be influenced by a couple of glasses of wine – purchased by me with my own hard earned cash.

When you’re an expat, you hear all the stories. The good, the bad, and the ugly.  And believe me, there are some really ugly stories out there – bad guests, bad visitors, even bad doctor’s experiences.  But there’s also the stories that make you laugh, cry and empathise, because well, you’ve been there and done that as well.  It’s what makes being an expat a unique experience.  You are a first hand witness to culture shock.  Continue reading The one where I read a book and decided to talk about it …

New Year, New Look, Same Random Dribble …

You’ll excuse me here for first of all welcoming you to what you already know – just in a shiny new format! I moved to WordPress from Livejournal mainly because I have several WordPress based projects now, and it’s easier to have it all on one platform. LJ was good to me, but like any relationship, it was time to move on.

I made the half-arsed resolution that isn’t a resolution to write in my blog more often.  Writing is an outlet for me – my brain is constantly going at times – and this way I can share the completely nonsensical thoughts that torpedo through my head …

And now, in true New Year’s fashion, I think it’s time to write a year in review post. Continue reading New Year, New Look, Same Random Dribble …