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... house at lunch because I couldn't stand to listen to Nikki and Barra dribble on about how good England are and how **** Australia are. Barra then continued on to say how **** I am because I am Australian. I can't begin to describe how much this ****** me off, coming from someone who plays in our second team and struggles. I didn't go back over and watch the cricket after the lunch break so Jenna and ...
... the Ashes how much stick there going to give me over it. I didn't get home from training until 10 o'clock because Nikki likes to hang out at the club and do nothing. I would prefer to be back at the house by 9 o'clock so then I can eat dinner at a reasonable time but there isn't much I can about it unless if I want to walk back. The lamb steaks were quite nice though which was a positive for the ...
... The final flight of an historic cold war supersonic British Vulcan bomber happened to occur during our lunch as the cherry on top.
Our exploration of the palace grounds was heightened by the presence of the illustrator for 'The Gruffalo' book series. We were able to act the role of the privileged 18th century aristocracy, playing ring toss and lawn bowling, wandering the gardens, all with Gruffalo inspired activities for the kids interest.
... in my life.
The beginning is always a logical place to start when reflecting on a trip of this magnitude. Anyone who has ever travelled probably has experienced the same: you look back on your eagerness, the excitement, the unknown thrill of a new environment, with the belief that you were so incredibly naïve, and that the whole experience has changed you irrevocably. And as much as I want to avoid clichés here…it’s totally true. It has changed my life. As much ...
... at a loss to my identity, I’m the pasty Brit on the left.)
I filled in my details and entered the picture, then
continued to Facebook stalk my ex and his new girlfriend went to bed.
Fast forward three weeks, and I received a phone call from a man claiming to be from the Santander bank. I hastily told him that I didn’t need a
nother credit card, before treating him with what I can only describe ...