Supermarket Sweep

Hey All, So I've been in Oz for 3 weeks now, luckily Brisbane has been lovely and sunny this whole time, not a drop of rain. Which is great for me but not for the area cause its in the middle of a drought. London on the other hand is flooding - go figure - perhaps we should get them to post us some rain.

Anyway I've already started working on-line which has its ups and downs, great to be at home but sometimes you end up working over the hours your meant to do cos no one is around to tell you to stop. Still beats the office though!

For those of you who have left your native lands and moved abroad I ask this, is it me or is the supermarket the weirdest thing in another country. Lucky for me everything is in English here so no language problem but everything is in the wrong place and called the wrong thing. Thing you take for granted like cereal don't exist here and if they do they taste different. Other things you know you can't live without are no where to be seen and all these strange new things are there instead. It is freaking me out big time I mean life without rain I can handle but no Weetabix (and no matter what they say Weet bix is not the same) and no Always Ultra how is this possible!

Having said that 22 degrees C in winter - now that's something i can get behind :-)

So far my Ozzie adventures involved loads of sleeping to recover from Jet lag and trips to some brilliants markets (you can get practically anything from a market here) and being kept awake by the screaming possum. Oh and the lizard that crawled up my leg who was friendly but I mistook for a red back spider and accidentally crushed - yup I know I'm going to hell.

Oh well I'm raving I'll be back spoon with something coherent


Leaving for Oz Tomorrow

All my bags are packed, I'm ready to go
I'm standin' here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye

So kiss me and smile for me
Tell me that you'll wait for me
Hold me like you'll never let me go

'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane
I don't know when I'll be back again
Oh, babe, I hate to go