My Update
#61
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Re: My Update
PP stomps off to her naughty step, folding her arms and pushing her bottom lip out like a wash hand basin. Stevo goes to his naughty step, his shorts half way down his bum, his knees all scabby from playing in the mud. His socks crumpled up and dirty and his shirt hanging out. Turning round to PP, he sticks his tongue out and calls her 'meaty minge'.
'Miss, Stevo called me Meaty Minge' PP yelled to Sue Admin who was teacher for the day.
'Do you want a smacked bottom?' Sue shouted firmly at PP who was blushing at the 'Meaty Minge' reference.
'Yes please' Stevo grinned and then kicked the naughty step in temper.
'Do not tempt me Stevo, do not tempt me' Sue sighed.
The rest of the class were sniggering, Gobbyjock and Margaret had started to flick bits of paper using their rulers and Sheff Sparky was trying hard to see if Soapy had undies on under his kilt.
Just another day in the BE Cyber school.
(Now look what you have started)
'Miss, Stevo called me Meaty Minge' PP yelled to Sue Admin who was teacher for the day.
'Do you want a smacked bottom?' Sue shouted firmly at PP who was blushing at the 'Meaty Minge' reference.
'Yes please' Stevo grinned and then kicked the naughty step in temper.
'Do not tempt me Stevo, do not tempt me' Sue sighed.
The rest of the class were sniggering, Gobbyjock and Margaret had started to flick bits of paper using their rulers and Sheff Sparky was trying hard to see if Soapy had undies on under his kilt.
Just another day in the BE Cyber school.
(Now look what you have started)
#65
Re: My Update
We landed in Perth on 8th March, Sam picked us up (thanks for that Sam, that meant a hell of alot to us).
Singapore Airlines had left one of Mr PPs suitcases behind, but Customs gave us $100 for the inconvenience and the case was taxied to us a couple of days later.
Gobbyjock had kindly offered to let us stay with her - which was so bloody kind of her, we ended up staying a month by the time we could move into our rental - thanks Gobbyjock, you know how much you helped us and we will never forget it and we never ever stopped worrying about getting in your way - as you kept telling us off for worrying.
When the plane landed in Perth I thought 'Jesus Christ what have we done' - and immediately wanted my shabby little flat in West London and everything familiar to me.
We were going to put a deposit on a house in Port Kennedy and when we went to the estate agent in Freo, found another agent who offered to drive us around Fremantle and we saw a house - only from the outside as she hadn't planned on a viewing. Took a gamble, liked what we saw and put in an application.
She was shocked that we did that after peering through the windows But as there had been over 8 people apply, we never believed we would get it. Several hours later we were informed we had got it - the rent is $370 a week.
Streaks and her SIL helped us move into our house and drove all of our stuff which we had gradually built up and Mr PP was already in the house when we rocked up.
Well the gamble paid off as the house is really nice and we unloaded everything.
All of our furniture that we had ordered turned up, except the bed and that came the next day - the sofa bed did us well mind you.
The phone was already connected and the internet - thanks to Westnet, and the gas/electric sorted.
Streaks drove me to Byford Kennels after the first weekend in the house and we collected Gordon and brought him to his new home - he took a good week to settle but is now doing well.
Mr PP had been offered a job on the 4th day with a restaurant in North Fremantle, they were shite and still owe him half of his wages and won't pay him.
He is now working somewhere else and is happy.
I had lots of interviews with temp agencies, typing tests etc, the usual. I thought I was helping bringing references with me, I suppose I was but employers still email your references in the UK to back up what you have brought with you - fair enough.
All the phonecalls came in at once regarding jobs and after doing some temp work, I now have a permenant job with more money than I was on in the UK, the job description is more involved and a bit daunting, the people are nice. But I am sure I will be OK once I learn the ropes, confidence in new jobs has never ever been my strong point if you check my blog
Everything seems to have fallen into place with us living in Fremantle - Gobbyjock you were right - that's all I am saying.
I miss my friends and family terribly, Dad calls me all the time which is nice and Facebook is a godsend for keeping in touch. I upload video messages for my Dad and photos and stuff.
Mr PP and I have met up with Gobbjock and her family which was brilliant - her daughter is fab (sorry for teaching her the farting finger trick
Oh yes, Mr PP saw a Lazyboy chair the other day reduced and said if he had the money he would by it for Lil Stewie!!!!!
Most of the time I feel totally at home/peace with Fremantle/Australia, other times I feel like a stranger - people everywhere yet I don't know any of them - if that makes sense.
It took time, getting used to thongs was torture - blister inducing bastards and I hate them, only saving them for the house. I wear sandals now!
Even going to the GP for my flu jab and trying to navigate medicare, or sorting out dental insurance/ambo cover was an experience.
We have made suncream 'the new black' and have bottles of the stuff everywhere and are quite good at putting it on each day after a shower.
Bagone(?) is our best friend and we have four cans of the stuff and I am now the Cockroach Murdering Cowbag and can kill a papa roach at twenty paces - I was phobic of them before.
I also had awful feelings of guilt having Gordon in quarantine, I never anticipated that and thought it would be a breeze - well it isn't and it was very hard for me to visit him and leave him knowing that he was out of my control. Although Gobbyjocks husband drove us up there one day - thanks for that Stewie!
I was brave enough to make my own way to Byford and it took me hours, one nice lady from South Africa who was visiting her dogs, offered to drive me back to Bull Creek - thus shaving ages off my journey.
Talking of Gordon, he is now trained in the fine art of killing silverfish but won't touch the spiders - fair enough and better to be safe than sorry, at least until he has studied what is poisonous to him or not.
I remember walking through Rockingham shopping centre, every smell seemed alien to me, the money was alien, even the language was alien - pants are trousers? pantyhose for tights?
The slightest thing that didn't go smoothly could have been taken the wrong way, but we just let it wash over because we had to. We learned that things could easily have gone a different way for us had we not been careful.
I have found working the hardest, Mr PP said at his first job the head chef said 'You are not in England now you know!' - Mr PP had found some out of date and stinking beef and wanted to chuck it and Chef wouldn't let him.
For me it was like watching a team that got on well and I was on the outside, not completely clicking and being quite jealous of how they got on yet being realistic that I wouldn't be 'in their circle' because they didn't know me (this was when I did some temping).
Friendships are not built in a day though I guess and I would have felt like that in London in any job and all my friends lived miles away from me and they were more 'phone friends' anyway.
I get absurdly excited each and everytime I see the wildlife - I did that in England as well.
Now for a little bit of info to hopefully encourage others.
We had plans to bring a certain sum of money with us to Australia. With me giving up Uni, being out of work when Mum died and having to pay back the bursary, things didn't quite come off.
Now I have read the 'Is £250,000 enough' type of posts and I have read the responses.
Many are scared to put down the real amount that they emigrated with for fear of being judged.
Well judge me all you like guys because we came with under £10,000 - I won't say anymore than that.
We have bought furniture, settled ourselves and we still have a bit left.
We probably would not have managed it without the help of Gobbjock and her family, or not managed as well - who knows?
It can be done, you have to want it, plan it and be prepared to sacrafice.
Yes, I still need stuff and some of our boxes are not unpacked but we will get there slowly.
Do not be daunted by the amounts of cash that other people have migrated with. It is their money and their situation, their needs could be different to yours.
Be one track minded with the amount that you bring and what you can afford.
Thanks to Gobbyjock and family, Streaks and her SIL, Dorothy (for giving me those contacts), Sam and everyone else who has supported us.
Mr PP said to me the other day that he doesn't know how we have managed, he thought we would have to use the tiny bit in our UK account and cannot for the life of him work out how we have done it.
But we have and we are enjoying where we are and long may that continure. Neither of us know what will happen in the future, but as long as we have somewhere to live, a job and are enjoying where we are living - then that is all we can ask for.
Singapore Airlines had left one of Mr PPs suitcases behind, but Customs gave us $100 for the inconvenience and the case was taxied to us a couple of days later.
Gobbyjock had kindly offered to let us stay with her - which was so bloody kind of her, we ended up staying a month by the time we could move into our rental - thanks Gobbyjock, you know how much you helped us and we will never forget it and we never ever stopped worrying about getting in your way - as you kept telling us off for worrying.
When the plane landed in Perth I thought 'Jesus Christ what have we done' - and immediately wanted my shabby little flat in West London and everything familiar to me.
We were going to put a deposit on a house in Port Kennedy and when we went to the estate agent in Freo, found another agent who offered to drive us around Fremantle and we saw a house - only from the outside as she hadn't planned on a viewing. Took a gamble, liked what we saw and put in an application.
She was shocked that we did that after peering through the windows But as there had been over 8 people apply, we never believed we would get it. Several hours later we were informed we had got it - the rent is $370 a week.
Streaks and her SIL helped us move into our house and drove all of our stuff which we had gradually built up and Mr PP was already in the house when we rocked up.
Well the gamble paid off as the house is really nice and we unloaded everything.
All of our furniture that we had ordered turned up, except the bed and that came the next day - the sofa bed did us well mind you.
The phone was already connected and the internet - thanks to Westnet, and the gas/electric sorted.
Streaks drove me to Byford Kennels after the first weekend in the house and we collected Gordon and brought him to his new home - he took a good week to settle but is now doing well.
Mr PP had been offered a job on the 4th day with a restaurant in North Fremantle, they were shite and still owe him half of his wages and won't pay him.
He is now working somewhere else and is happy.
I had lots of interviews with temp agencies, typing tests etc, the usual. I thought I was helping bringing references with me, I suppose I was but employers still email your references in the UK to back up what you have brought with you - fair enough.
All the phonecalls came in at once regarding jobs and after doing some temp work, I now have a permenant job with more money than I was on in the UK, the job description is more involved and a bit daunting, the people are nice. But I am sure I will be OK once I learn the ropes, confidence in new jobs has never ever been my strong point if you check my blog
Everything seems to have fallen into place with us living in Fremantle - Gobbyjock you were right - that's all I am saying.
I miss my friends and family terribly, Dad calls me all the time which is nice and Facebook is a godsend for keeping in touch. I upload video messages for my Dad and photos and stuff.
Mr PP and I have met up with Gobbjock and her family which was brilliant - her daughter is fab (sorry for teaching her the farting finger trick
Oh yes, Mr PP saw a Lazyboy chair the other day reduced and said if he had the money he would by it for Lil Stewie!!!!!
Most of the time I feel totally at home/peace with Fremantle/Australia, other times I feel like a stranger - people everywhere yet I don't know any of them - if that makes sense.
It took time, getting used to thongs was torture - blister inducing bastards and I hate them, only saving them for the house. I wear sandals now!
Even going to the GP for my flu jab and trying to navigate medicare, or sorting out dental insurance/ambo cover was an experience.
We have made suncream 'the new black' and have bottles of the stuff everywhere and are quite good at putting it on each day after a shower.
Bagone(?) is our best friend and we have four cans of the stuff and I am now the Cockroach Murdering Cowbag and can kill a papa roach at twenty paces - I was phobic of them before.
I also had awful feelings of guilt having Gordon in quarantine, I never anticipated that and thought it would be a breeze - well it isn't and it was very hard for me to visit him and leave him knowing that he was out of my control. Although Gobbyjocks husband drove us up there one day - thanks for that Stewie!
I was brave enough to make my own way to Byford and it took me hours, one nice lady from South Africa who was visiting her dogs, offered to drive me back to Bull Creek - thus shaving ages off my journey.
Talking of Gordon, he is now trained in the fine art of killing silverfish but won't touch the spiders - fair enough and better to be safe than sorry, at least until he has studied what is poisonous to him or not.
I remember walking through Rockingham shopping centre, every smell seemed alien to me, the money was alien, even the language was alien - pants are trousers? pantyhose for tights?
The slightest thing that didn't go smoothly could have been taken the wrong way, but we just let it wash over because we had to. We learned that things could easily have gone a different way for us had we not been careful.
I have found working the hardest, Mr PP said at his first job the head chef said 'You are not in England now you know!' - Mr PP had found some out of date and stinking beef and wanted to chuck it and Chef wouldn't let him.
For me it was like watching a team that got on well and I was on the outside, not completely clicking and being quite jealous of how they got on yet being realistic that I wouldn't be 'in their circle' because they didn't know me (this was when I did some temping).
Friendships are not built in a day though I guess and I would have felt like that in London in any job and all my friends lived miles away from me and they were more 'phone friends' anyway.
I get absurdly excited each and everytime I see the wildlife - I did that in England as well.
Now for a little bit of info to hopefully encourage others.
We had plans to bring a certain sum of money with us to Australia. With me giving up Uni, being out of work when Mum died and having to pay back the bursary, things didn't quite come off.
Now I have read the 'Is £250,000 enough' type of posts and I have read the responses.
Many are scared to put down the real amount that they emigrated with for fear of being judged.
Well judge me all you like guys because we came with under £10,000 - I won't say anymore than that.
We have bought furniture, settled ourselves and we still have a bit left.
We probably would not have managed it without the help of Gobbjock and her family, or not managed as well - who knows?
It can be done, you have to want it, plan it and be prepared to sacrafice.
Yes, I still need stuff and some of our boxes are not unpacked but we will get there slowly.
Do not be daunted by the amounts of cash that other people have migrated with. It is their money and their situation, their needs could be different to yours.
Be one track minded with the amount that you bring and what you can afford.
Thanks to Gobbyjock and family, Streaks and her SIL, Dorothy (for giving me those contacts), Sam and everyone else who has supported us.
Mr PP said to me the other day that he doesn't know how we have managed, he thought we would have to use the tiny bit in our UK account and cannot for the life of him work out how we have done it.
But we have and we are enjoying where we are and long may that continure. Neither of us know what will happen in the future, but as long as we have somewhere to live, a job and are enjoying where we are living - then that is all we can ask for.
Good Luck with the future
L & K
#66
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Joined: Sep 2005
Posts: 23,400
Re: My Update
Ozzidoc was trying to be sensible and read from her text book, totally oblivious to the fact that Amazulu and Fluffy had pinned a note on her back saying 'swipe your credit card in my hot bot' causing Paul&Nic and Aston Man to snigger.
'Something funny you two?' Sue muttered as she tried to write on the blackboard.
'Nothing' Amazulu blushed and then snorted as Herrchook whispered in his ear something about the todger contest at lunchtime - which he was sure that he would win.
'I am so not a meaty minge' Princess hissed at Stevo from her naughty step.
'Toe face' Stevo hissed and then flicked a black grape at her which landed smartly down her cleavage.
'Oh for goodness sake will you lot grow up!' Moneypen shouted - she was a classroom monitor and had to give out pencils when instructed.
I don't know what was wrong with them all, they were full of beans and goodness knows how Sue handles them all.
Streaks and Glittababe were busy drawing on the desks - streaks had done a black outline of Aston Mans bottom and Glittababe drew her name with a blue marker pen.
Sue Admin was unaware that behind her back, paper was being thrown and there really was no control. Each time she turned round, they sat there like little angels - well apart from PP flashing her breasts at Stevo to try and make him blush, but all it did was make Amazulu more rowdy and try and wind Ozzidoc up.
'I shall stab you with my compass in a minute' Wendy yelled at Amazulu, she was trying to paint a map of Adelaide - complete with new streets and stuff, right down to where you could buy condoms.
'Oh please do stab him, I need to hone my first aid skills, do you think you could do his abdomen so I can whip out his appendix?' Ozzidoc shouted quite animated about the whole thing.
'You will just feel a small prick' Ozzidoc added to a rather alarmed Amazulu - and that was before she knew about the note on her back.
'Nothing unusual there' Paul&Nic snorted.
'I shall have you know that I have given rides around the playground on mine' Amazulu blushed.
'And I come a close second' Fluffy added.
'That is it! You are all on detention!' Sue Admin shouted loudly and threw the blackboard rubber across the room - just like they did in the olden days before they would be done for assault.
'Ouch!' A little voice could be heard from the back,
'Ooops, sorry Bordy, did I get you?' Sue said, mortified that the blackboard rubber had hit Bordy.
Bordy's eye was hanging out, gingerly tucking it back into its socket, Bordy said in a 'let us little children suffer' kind of way, 'No Miss, it is fine really' and then quite suddenly, he fainted.
An hour later Bordy returned with a black eye patch over his eye looking like a pirate.
'But I can still do my work Miss' Bordy insisted.
'Brown nose' Fluffy snarled and vowed to beat him up later.....
PP had given up flashing her tits to Stevo who was not impressed, she had now graduated to doing cartwheels on showing her panties.
Up and down the classroom she went, back and forth like a spinning wheel - purely to get Stevo's attention.
'PP are you OK?' Sue Admin asked without looking away from the blackboard.
'yes miss' PP replied and then puked up all over the floor.
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Re: My Update
Well done to you and we will be in the same boat from 25 July when we arrive. But I believe success is achieved with a positive attitude and its not an option for us to go back, scarey but exciting.
Its good to hear someone else in the same position as us has made it work just what we needed.
11 weeks and counting
#73
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Joined: Sep 2005
Posts: 23,400
Re: My Update
We are in the same position as yourselves currently renting in the uk and comin out with hopefully enough cash to get us started, have no idea where we will stay to start with., holiday home first I suppose we have a 1 and a 2 yr old and want a better start for them and belive perth is the place nor or sor undecided till we get there.
Well done to you and we will be in the same boat from 25 July when we arrive. But I believe success is achieved with a positive attitude and its not an option for us to go back, scarey but exciting.
Its good to hear someone else in the same position as us has made it work just what we needed.
11 weeks and counting
Well done to you and we will be in the same boat from 25 July when we arrive. But I believe success is achieved with a positive attitude and its not an option for us to go back, scarey but exciting.
Its good to hear someone else in the same position as us has made it work just what we needed.
11 weeks and counting
You are suddenly faced with making the most basic of decisions that in the UK you took for granted - such as shopping, going to the ATM and withdrawing from your current account - not cheque, savings or credit.
I am not sure having shit loads of money could have removed that feeling to be honest.
It certainly wouldn't remove the feeling of missing people either such as my Dad, friends/family.
So for me, whilst money would be nice, a car would be handy (too scared to drive on these roads with the piss heads and careless driving), I am of the firm belief that as feelings come from the inside, that is how they are dealt with - not by money but by sorting out your own thoughts and attitude.
At times I compare my feelings to when I snorkelled on the barrier reef, I am terrified of deep water and there I was looking at the fish with my snorkel on and a big fat life vest.
I would be so engrossed in what I was doing but every so often I would be hit with the thought 'God I am in deep water here' and suddenly my confidence would vanish and I would panic.
Sometimes I get scared I am not near my family should something go wrong and then I kick myself up the backside and tell myself that should I really have to, I could get a ticket one way or another and get back in an emergency - something we all agreed prior to us moving.
I do not miss the UK at all but when I get my bouts of 'people sickness', I try and visualise myself living back in England living my old life, doing my old routine.
And it terrifies me to be honest.
I cannot imagine going back - unless God forbid something happened to Mr PP, then I don't know if I could be here alone.
But for me and certainly for the future, I shall stick with the freedom, the friendliness, the sunshine and the climate that Freo offers us.
It just feels like more things are possible for us here and everything has slotted in to place.
I wouldn't object to winning the lotto but I do believe that how I view this country has little to do with the amount of money that we came with, if anything we have had the most basic yet valuable start to our new life.
#74
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Joined: Jun 2005
Location: Oz -> UK -> San Diego
Posts: 9,912
Re: My Update
Brilliant!!! As always.
(And soooo true! I nearly missed the story cos I had my head in a book or three!!)
(And soooo true! I nearly missed the story cos I had my head in a book or three!!)