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Wednesday
Sunday
The X Factor
Were you glued last night? Did you race home to catch Kate and Matt wow the crowds? Are you too obsessed with the X Factor? After my Mum declined a Skype chat this morning and too many mentions on Facebook, I decided to find out what all the fuss was about. So by the magic of the interweb, I found a live stream of The X Factor (UK).
I admit, I managed to get sucked in by the lights, the fervour, the banter and in some parts, rather good singing. Apart from the refreshingly good advertising breaks (Australia needs a major overhaul when it comes to ad breaks) I wondered what is it exactly that has everyone hooked? Is it the artificial wrangling between judges or the promise for normal, dare I say, plain people to reach stellar status?
When sub zero temperatures and similar type economies deny a lot of watchers a social life perhaps this is a fine substitute to the bright but expensive lights of a club or theatre? How timely for producers to seize the moment and give viewers a moment of excitement and fun when the chips for many or so firmly down town.
Like so much British TV, Australia has jumped on the bandwagon of variety and quiz shows, The X Factor being no exception. Ronan Keating, yes 'Our Ro', plays Mr Tough Guy (as if that's possible), while Natalie Imbruglia plays the pretty card, and that's about all. With a mere 45,000 Facebook fans, they have a long way to go to compete with the over 2 million UK likes. Maybe with temperatures warming up and the country's mood a little more buoyant, people are finding a little more to do with their Saturday nights? You tell me.
I admit, I managed to get sucked in by the lights, the fervour, the banter and in some parts, rather good singing. Apart from the refreshingly good advertising breaks (Australia needs a major overhaul when it comes to ad breaks) I wondered what is it exactly that has everyone hooked? Is it the artificial wrangling between judges or the promise for normal, dare I say, plain people to reach stellar status?
When sub zero temperatures and similar type economies deny a lot of watchers a social life perhaps this is a fine substitute to the bright but expensive lights of a club or theatre? How timely for producers to seize the moment and give viewers a moment of excitement and fun when the chips for many or so firmly down town.
Like so much British TV, Australia has jumped on the bandwagon of variety and quiz shows, The X Factor being no exception. Ronan Keating, yes 'Our Ro', plays Mr Tough Guy (as if that's possible), while Natalie Imbruglia plays the pretty card, and that's about all. With a mere 45,000 Facebook fans, they have a long way to go to compete with the over 2 million UK likes. Maybe with temperatures warming up and the country's mood a little more buoyant, people are finding a little more to do with their Saturday nights? You tell me.
Monday
Lemons and Oranges
It pays to have friends who are builders. Our romantic notions of Swiss Family Robinsom-dom were quickly quelled when we had a closer look at the pine house, to find, damp, bad construction and the potential for the position to be a major fire trap. Yep, thanks but no thanks! NEXT...
So we've been looking and looking, almost nearly putting an offer into this place....
We have been humming and hawing for the whole day, and emmm aren't we supposed to just 'know' when we stumble upon our future home?
It's cute, it's quiet, yes it needs work, but what doesn't around here? Its got character, but its JUST not in the most loveliest of 'hoods... the park is where? and the motorbike yard and Economy furniture store is merely a block away. Did I mention the petrol station too, and the red impulse plasterboard gym too? All so convenient if you are in your 20's, but we are much more into trees, rivulets and calm space for the boys to run amuk. So that's that then. Decision made. My gut says no.
NEXT
Ah and so we are onto this one, we are looking tomorrow, its on piles of land, flat this time! Not so glamorous on the outside, but modern and bright on the inside. Time will tell, and thankfully (we keep reminding ourselves) we are really in no hurry!
So we've been looking and looking, almost nearly putting an offer into this place....
We have been humming and hawing for the whole day, and emmm aren't we supposed to just 'know' when we stumble upon our future home?
It's cute, it's quiet, yes it needs work, but what doesn't around here? Its got character, but its JUST not in the most loveliest of 'hoods... the park is where? and the motorbike yard and Economy furniture store is merely a block away. Did I mention the petrol station too, and the red impulse plasterboard gym too? All so convenient if you are in your 20's, but we are much more into trees, rivulets and calm space for the boys to run amuk. So that's that then. Decision made. My gut says no.
Ah and so we are onto this one, we are looking tomorrow, its on piles of land, flat this time! Not so glamorous on the outside, but modern and bright on the inside. Time will tell, and thankfully (we keep reminding ourselves) we are really in no hurry!
Home is Where the Heart is
Ain't that the truth, but when half your heart is in one country, and the other in another half way round the world, it makes answering this question an unenviable task.
Today we viewed a house. What I was imagining us in would be something like this...
Whereas today, we kinda fell in love with this...
OK so it's kinda wonky and a little Swiss Family Robinson. It's owned by one of Santa's little helpers and was built steadily and with great care over the past 15 years. This kooky wooden dwelling is filled with warmth and soul. There is so much potential, but yet completely livable as is. It sits on 10 acres with Hobart's last freshwater rivulet rumbling below a rather steep driveway. The garden is terraced and could almost be mistaken for Indian paddy fields! But the air is crisp, the sounds are magical, the energy is sublime and its only ten minutes to the city.
There are bandicoots, wallabies, echidnas and birdsong that would soothe your soul, all of which has left us nothing less than enchanted.
So what to do? Is this the place for us, where the boys build cubby houses, share their garden with native bush, nurture their green thumbs and have that childhood we seek for them?
Or do we remain cautious, buy conservatively, consider the future possibilities of a return to Europe and not fall in love?
My heart is calling out, but I'm not sure what it's saying. Which one do I listen to and which way do we go?
Today we viewed a house. What I was imagining us in would be something like this...
OK so it's kinda wonky and a little Swiss Family Robinson. It's owned by one of Santa's little helpers and was built steadily and with great care over the past 15 years. This kooky wooden dwelling is filled with warmth and soul. There is so much potential, but yet completely livable as is. It sits on 10 acres with Hobart's last freshwater rivulet rumbling below a rather steep driveway. The garden is terraced and could almost be mistaken for Indian paddy fields! But the air is crisp, the sounds are magical, the energy is sublime and its only ten minutes to the city.
There are bandicoots, wallabies, echidnas and birdsong that would soothe your soul, all of which has left us nothing less than enchanted.
So what to do? Is this the place for us, where the boys build cubby houses, share their garden with native bush, nurture their green thumbs and have that childhood we seek for them?
Or do we remain cautious, buy conservatively, consider the future possibilities of a return to Europe and not fall in love?
My heart is calling out, but I'm not sure what it's saying. Which one do I listen to and which way do we go?
Wednesday
Creativity or mass destruction?
No child is the same, and that goes for siblings too. Our eldest it appears is the more sensitive of our two, rather sensible, like his mother, certainly more reserved than his younger brother. As a toddler, we never had to block plugs, lock doors, buffer corners or hide markers or pens. His brother however, is a different story - he is the magnet that all things dangerous adore. This is what I found him destroying creating a few days ago...
Trying something new
So my Supercool posts have been, well, less than cool without even mentioning the super, and I often wish I had more time to devote some personal ponderings to a place outside my head.
My wish may have been answered as I tap away from my bed on my new supercool gadget of love. Yes I now own an iPhone and yes it has brightened my day, week and almost month of ownership. Not having to sit in the icebox of a study is such a relief and although our bedroom is actually just as freezing (and yes I have heard of heating), there is something quite lovely and contemplative about writing in bed.
So with that I bring you this post, one of purposeful rebirth,(that's where the pretty flower comes in - it blossomed in our front garden this week) where I can log and share my musings, my amusings and all the bits in between.
My wish may have been answered as I tap away from my bed on my new supercool gadget of love. Yes I now own an iPhone and yes it has brightened my day, week and almost month of ownership. Not having to sit in the icebox of a study is such a relief and although our bedroom is actually just as freezing (and yes I have heard of heating), there is something quite lovely and contemplative about writing in bed.
So with that I bring you this post, one of purposeful rebirth,(that's where the pretty flower comes in - it blossomed in our front garden this week) where I can log and share my musings, my amusings and all the bits in between.
Thursday
Who lives in a house like this?
This house is up for sale at the end of our road. I kid you not, this is a house in 2010. Just check out the animal collections and the blue carpet... it's so kitsch its fantastic!! Worth over half a million smackers though? Hmmm you be the judge!
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