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This weekend was pretty good, apart from the mad crying 'we have no social life!' incident on Saturday. It had got to me a bit, but this is stupid as what had brought it on was going out with the girls. :) I was just upset because all afternoon they'd been swapping stories of good bars to go to, and they'd turn to me and say 'have you been there? have you been there?' and I'd say 'no... no... no...'. Sometimes its hard to remember that I haven't been in this city for that long, I haven't got 25 years worth of friendships built up here, and that actually I'm not a completely sad loser with no friends at all.
Because like I said, I was out with friends. One of the girls from work is on the social committee for her bloke's football club (that is, Aussie Rules Football) and had arranged the 'Ladies Day' on Saturday. Actually it was surprisingly ladylike; although we trounced the champagne stash the beer was untouched, and when it came to the goal-kicking contest there was some very delicate little booties making very wild shots at the goal. Still, that worked out for me, as it meant my first ever footie kick wasn't so wildly humiliating as it might have been. I did, for example, get it through the goal, although there was a lot of rolling and it stopped dead on the line. So I didn't go out on the first round, and have saved English face. Though embarrassingly, it was my friend that won, and she is 7 months pregnant... I suspect this is because we'd all been tucking into the champagne and cocktails and she hadn't - at least, this is my excuse and I'm sticking to it.
Sunday saw us out looking for a car. When I say we've decided to buy a car, I mean that I have decided and Anthony is still in denial that it is happening. There is no reason not to though, we are going to need a car for our Big Trip so there is no reason not to buy it now and have the use for an extra few months, at least this way if it breaks down immediately we can take it back to the same dealer. But buying a car is daunting, especially when we've never done it and are in a foreign country. And Australian car buying IS different - for a start, they don't seem to think that a 20 year old car is on its last legs. They still want 1500 GBP for cars built in the 80s that have done 200,000 miles! My dad wouldn't even let me look at cars that old back home, here I am buying one with a view to driving through desert with hundreds of miles to the nearest phone. Interesting.
Today I am off sick. I woke up this morning feeling shocking. Slept till lunchtime and have been feeling pretty good ever since. Though obviously not well enough to clean the house. Poor me. :)
Because like I said, I was out with friends. One of the girls from work is on the social committee for her bloke's football club (that is, Aussie Rules Football) and had arranged the 'Ladies Day' on Saturday. Actually it was surprisingly ladylike; although we trounced the champagne stash the beer was untouched, and when it came to the goal-kicking contest there was some very delicate little booties making very wild shots at the goal. Still, that worked out for me, as it meant my first ever footie kick wasn't so wildly humiliating as it might have been. I did, for example, get it through the goal, although there was a lot of rolling and it stopped dead on the line. So I didn't go out on the first round, and have saved English face. Though embarrassingly, it was my friend that won, and she is 7 months pregnant... I suspect this is because we'd all been tucking into the champagne and cocktails and she hadn't - at least, this is my excuse and I'm sticking to it.
Sunday saw us out looking for a car. When I say we've decided to buy a car, I mean that I have decided and Anthony is still in denial that it is happening. There is no reason not to though, we are going to need a car for our Big Trip so there is no reason not to buy it now and have the use for an extra few months, at least this way if it breaks down immediately we can take it back to the same dealer. But buying a car is daunting, especially when we've never done it and are in a foreign country. And Australian car buying IS different - for a start, they don't seem to think that a 20 year old car is on its last legs. They still want 1500 GBP for cars built in the 80s that have done 200,000 miles! My dad wouldn't even let me look at cars that old back home, here I am buying one with a view to driving through desert with hundreds of miles to the nearest phone. Interesting.
Today I am off sick. I woke up this morning feeling shocking. Slept till lunchtime and have been feeling pretty good ever since. Though obviously not well enough to clean the house. Poor me. :)