In this blog…the possum in the roof saga reached its conclusion, I overestimated my physical capabilities, again, and there were a lot of laughs along the way! Let’s face it: if we didn’t laugh at life, we would all be messy puddles on the floor!😭

Monday:

I started the week with the Monday blues, as is customary, but then my little munchkin gave me a “Happy Day” card so I was forced to turn my frown upside down!🙃 She is my pocket ray of sunshine and a timely reminder of what is important!

The funniest conversations with her are taking place in the car on the way to school at the moment and that morning’s offering was: “Give me an H, give me an I, give me an A – what does it spell?… Higher!”🙊

The pit of the day was ringing HMRC (HMRC = Her Majesty’s Revenue and Customs/ aka tax bandits!) to try to sort the blasted tax return out – ugh!😣 Long story short: we still can’t sell our house in England, so, as suspected property moguls🙄, we have to file tax returns which are way too complicated for my brain, so I have had to enlist an accountant here in Australia to try to help me sort the whole thing out. Lots of stress, lots of letters, lots of phone calls, lots of red tape and lots of frustration!😫 The conclusion to that phone call was that more forms were winging their way to me, which I inevitably won’t understand, or they will take 6 weeks as they have gone via Austria, not Australia!🙄 (Real life scenarios inserted!😑)

Tuesday:

The “possum in the roof” saga had been going on for months now. My sanity had been called into question, as I appeared to be the only person who could hear the scratching!🤷🏼‍♀️ Then Ian had gone into the roof and had thought he had seen eyes👀, which could not be confirmed or denied at the time, for fear of falling through the roof in a rental property!😬 Our friend, Jane, had brought some rat poison around and Ian had put some up in the roof.

So I was extremely pissed off when, after another horrendously bad night’s sleep, Ian condescendingly remarked that he thought it was tree branches scratching on the window and not a possum/aka you’re crazy!🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻I had a minor meltdown and ordered Ian into the roof to check on the poison…which had been eaten! Ha!😏

A new English friend had called the previous night to see if I wanted to see Jimmy Carr at the Empire theatre as she had a spare ticket, which of course I did. I wasn’t sure if Australians would know who he was (he’s an English comedian if you didn’t know incidentally), as I hadn’t seen him on TV over here, but the theatre was packed. He’s extremely dry and controversial, as a lot of British Comedians tend to be and one guy sitting up on the balcony tried to heckle him…I’ve never really understood heckling. Why would you try to take the piss out of a comedian?! Surely it can only end badly?! And if you’ve paid good money to go and see somebody’s show, why would you try to ruin it?!🤷🏼‍♀️ Needless to say, it ended really badly for the heckler, but was pretty funny and cringey all at the same time!🙊🙈

Wednesday:

Mia’s teacher told me that she had asked them to hold their middle fingers up to do some manipulation exercises and Mia said she couldn’t, as Mummy said it’s rude!🤣At least she’s learnt after the scandalous photos on holiday, albeit different naughty fingers! (A recap below if you had forgotten!)

Thursday:

Mia had Show and Share at school and had to pick 5 things to share about her, so picked the selection below, including her favourite joke:

“Knock knock!”

“Who’s there?”

“Interrupting cow!”

“Interrupting cow w—“

“Mooooooooo!”

Classic!🙊

It was our second counselling session and Mia went to Dani’s house this time. It was like a weird kind of date night, as it was the only real time we spent together away from Mia! We were better at waiting for each other to finish speaking before interrupting this week and didn’t blame each other as much. In fact I feel like we needed a gold star for improvement!🌟 There were still a few awkward silences though, as, although we are opening up, we are still guarded over certain personal topics at this stage.

Friday:

I went to the Chiropractor first thing, who also practices a bit of Kinesiology – guilt came up as my emotion and he linked it to my Mum and cycles. The baby issue had come up in counselling the previous night too and I’m obviously harbouring a bit of guilt over that situation. Ian had said that he was over the whole situation and wanted to move on with our lives, but I am not on the same page just yet.

Next up was my hair appointment and I think we can all agree that I looked just stunning!😅

I dashed home for tutoring and as I walked in through the door, I was aware of a strange odour. I tried to cover it up with air freshener, which did the trick for a while, but on the way out of the door I could smell it again and my sense of smell is not the best! I asked my tutee if she could smell it too and she said “Yes.”, so I explained the whole situation to her and she agreed that it sounded and smelt like something had died up there!😳 By the time Ian got home it was pretty late, so he agreed to investigate the next day!😬

Saturday:

I had a 10km race the next day, but stupidly still went to parkrun, because I’m generally an all or nothing kind of person!😝

I took Mia swimming and left Ian to investigate the roof situation. When we arrived home, Ian was in the toilet throwing up!🙀 I asked what had happened and he said that he had removed four huge rat carcasses from up there and when he had picked them up, they were infested with maggots!🤢🤢🤢 No wonder he had thrown up! But, I loved to say “I told you so!”😏 I was actually extremely smug that I had been hearing noises for what felt like forever and had been fobbed off so many times to the point of exasperation to now be exonerated! I bet he wished he had listened to me in the first place! Of course he would never admit that!😉

Sunday:

Peak2Park! Despite no training and less than desirable level of fitness, the time had come! And it was bad.😰 But I survived!🎉 The first hills are always a killer and I did question my judgement around the 4km mark, but what doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger and I’d done it before, so I knew I could do it again. I was slower than last year, but for next year, I’ll make sure I do some training! Yeah, right!🙊 I think the before and after photos tell a tale of naivety and then relief!😅

Following this, I had 3 days of barely being able to walk, which should really teach me a lesson about preparation and working my way up to things steadily, but, in reality, will be forgotten and I will think I am fully capable next time around!😅 Aren’t our minds great at protecting us from the truth?!

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