More and more Phil and I have spoken about starting our own business when we move back to New Zealand. We’ve thrown about a few ideas, but there is one that has really stuck (sorry I can’t reveal it yet). We are seeing a lot of our friends in NZ and Australia setting up their own business ventures and getting out of the rat race, doing things their way. We’ve got a name, the start up capital and the idea. I’m already so excited about this that I search for locations and places we could rent to kick start this adventure.Read More
Sex post coming up, look away now if it’s not your cup of tea. Mum, if you read my blog, don’t click below.
You’ve been warned.Read More
*maybe, or potentially in the next eight to 10 years, when Phil *ahem* asks me. Let me explain…Read More
Flat pack furniture has long been considered DIY hell. It’s a seriously good relationship test. Phil and I decided it was a splendid idea to test ourselves with such a feat…
We popped by Argos and picked ourselves up two white bookshelves and a white coat/hat stand for our hallway. One (and possibly the only) downside of moving into our own place was the reduction in wardrobe space. As in, we now have to SHARE. Tantrums were had, clothes were thrown, Read More
…and there’s been far more nudity than predicted. I think it’s purely that we can walk around naked, that WE DO. Phil will walk out of the shower each morning and give his bits a shake in my direction. It’s become a morning greeting. I enjoy it.
I’m a planner. I fucking love it. I blame my job. I draw up spreadsheets of costs, days, nights being stayed, and what we will see and do. The lot. I love being organised. I love lists. Scraping your pen across something you’ve just completed is a huge accomplishment in my world. Even if the item stated “drink water”. Small wins.