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I've got myself into a bit of bother.

You will have noticed, one would hope, that there has been a distinct lack of updating going on with this blog.

The thing is, someone introduced me to Facebook. And I'm hooked. Once I found that I could while a way an hour or so looking at people's photos, catching up with old school friends, and throwing sheep at them, there was no hope for me.

There is only so much time in your life for your computer, and I'm afraid that as a result, the blog has suffered.

However, it seems some people have taken note of its absence...which is pleasing.

Course - there have been other mitigating circumstances. For a start, it seems that for my post grad course they do expect me to complete quite a few assignments. Then there is the constant taxi service I provide to facilitate the burgeoning showbiz careers of my children. And on top of that - the computer gave up the ghost and had to have its hard drive replaced (at enormous expense - and thank God for the external hard drive and the wonderful Time Machine...).

No doubt you are dying to know what we've been up to, so I will do a quick summary....

The business they call show has been keeping us busy lately. First of all, Anna filmed an advert for Westpac (a big Australian bank). This involved spending the day in Brighton (yes Brighton) watching her run up and down behind a pretend icecream van with some other children. It's showing on TV at the moment and you can see one of Anna's legs. She is bitterly disappointed, but as I told her, she got paid....Then she got a modelling job for Total Girl magazine - a pre teen publication to which Anna actually has a subscription. Much excitement, much playground kudos. The issue comes out in August. Then George auditioned for a TV commercial for SOLO, the leading lemonade soft drink here. After a couple of call backs, he got it, and the ad also comes out in August. SOLO is sponsoring the Australian football team in the World Cup, and all the matches will feature this ad which also has Harry Kewell in it. Further playground kudos for the Pettifer children. And then Anna got a Sultana Bran advert, which will also be screening this August. So it seems both of them will be all over the telly in a few weeks time.

In sporting terms, Andrew continues to play old man football and to spend most of every Saturday afternoon and Sunday recovering from his various aches and pains. I do believe they recently won their first match, which caused enormous excitement. The team is a nice bunch of people, many of whom are from the UK. George's basketball team made it through to the semi finals, only to be beaten by a team which they had thrashed the week before. Having played brilliantly throughout the competition, this was a blow to them, especially as the winning team seemed to have found a few giants we hadn't seen before just in time for the finals. The boys in George's team seem to be pre-growth spurt, and rather than being outplayed, they were simply towered over. As I said to George, in six months to a year, the other teams won't still have that advantage and then it will all be about talent and skills. For netball, Anna's team remain undefeated, and are getting a real reputation as a team who cannot be beaten. This has led to some rough matches - even 11 year old girls start to get a bit pissed off when they are losing by up to 40 goals. The girls really need some proper competition now, but it's pleasing to see how Anna's game has improved with confidence. She is also playing for her school team, and has been asked a couple of times to play for the year above her, which has also served to boost her confidence.

George has completed another term at the National Institute of Dramatic Art, where he is studying their Acting for Screen course. He has his whole life all mapped out - he will go to drama school, then move to LA with his best mate Jack, where he will become a film star and Jack will become the world's first internationally renowned white Australian rapper. Hmmm. The back up plan is that Jack will still be a rapper and George will write computer software. We're all keeping our fingers crossed....

Anna is still all about dancing. She did her Grade 5 ballet exam this weekend - the preparation for which has been quite challenging, as she only started ballet 6 months ago. The other girls in her class have been doing it for 6 years. However, she worked really hard, and we are expecting a good result. She also danced in her second ever Eisteddfodd at the weekend, and her group came second. They were so excited, and looking forward to their next chance to get on stage.

Through school, Anna took part in the Junior Rock Eisteddfodd, which is a competition between public (state) schools. The schools create a dance performance to a theme of their choice, choreograph, make the sets, costumes and arrange the lighting, then take it on stage to compete. It was a fantastic evening - I couldn't get over the standard...there is a website where you can view the performances, and when I get the details I'll post it so you can see what the public school system here can do with the arts.

Oh - nearly forgot - we also had a fantastic holiday on Magnetic Island! We've also had some visitors - Kodl and Krystina from the Czech Republic - who we know from Milford, and Andrew has made a secret visit home on business and provided a lovely surprise for both his parents and his best mate Ally.

Other big news was that George became a teenager, which in our family means you get to chose a holiday to go on with your Dad, so on Saturday Andrew and George head off for their boys own adventure, flying to Melbourne to see an AFL match, then hiring a car to drive the Great Ocean Road to Adelaide and then getting the Indian Pacific train back to Sydney. Watch out for photos on here. Anna and I will be having a girl's week while this is going on, although Anna is dancing all week at workshops at the Sydney Dance Company.

The biggest news by far though, is that we are now looking at houses with a view to purchasing one when we become permanent residents in the New Year. We've known for a long time that we won't be coming back to the UK, but now starting to complete the paperwork relating to our permanent residency, it's all a bit more real. We really do love it here, and it's really not that far away. It will be a relief to have our own home, and some more stability.

And there will be plenty of room for you too, when you come to visit....

Just when you thought it was safe to go back in the water....

Australians like to play down danger.

This is no surprise really, given the number of creatures they share their land with which could slay them in one bite or sting. They even have a bird that could kill you, for God's sake.

So, although everyone knows the sharks are out there, it's not stopping anyone from going in the water.

Until now, at least.

Recently we have had 3 attacks in as many weeks, one of them a great white on a beach local to us. There have been more sightings than usual from the spotter planes, and anecdotally, people are reporting far more interruptions to their enjoyment of the sand, sea and surf by the shark alarms.

We are told that improvements to the water quality and the establishment of a number of aquatic marine reserves along the coast are to blame. With the cleaner water come more fish, and with more fish come more predators. It's a feeding frenzy, and if you are looking anything like something tasty for a passing shark to nibble on, you are in trouble.

The people who look most like something worth nibbling on are the surfers. Apparently their boards make them look like seals from below, and there is nothing a shark likes more for supper than a nice, rubbery seal. Most shark attacks are on surfers, who tend to be in the water at dawn and dusk, when they get the best waves. It's also when sharks feed. You'd think then, that surfers would be starting to take the hint....but no. In true Aussie style, when the alarms go off, the swimmers duck out, and the surfers ignore it. And despite the 4 or five beaches surrounding Avalon, where the latest attack took place, were closed for 2 days while the authorities looked for the offending great white - the surfers were still in the water.

And despite the warnings about being in the water at dawn and dusk, it's still the busiest surfing time of day.

For me, it hasn't helped my nervousness about the sea in general. You don't generally get a warning when there is a shark about, unless you are lucky enough to be in the water when the spotter plane goes over. And don't be thinking that you'll see the fin like in Jaws. You NEVER see the fin. Sharks attack from below, and the first you'll know about it is when you feel the bite. Interestingly, once they've taken a few bites and discovered that you are not in fact a seal or any other fish, they will usually discard you - but by then it's too late.

So, should you visit Australia whilst we have these unusual numbers of sharks around, you should remember the following:

Don't do anything that might make you look a bit like a seal. If you look a bit like a seal whenever you put your swimmers on - stay away from the water!

Always swim on a patrolled beach in between the flags. This is where the most swimmers are, and statistics tell us that someone else will look like a seal before you do.

Never get in the water at dawn or dusk, unless you are prepared to be a shark smorgasbord.

Try not to swim with seals. I say this because at the moment there is an advert on TV trying to persuade you to go on holiday to South Australia by showing how you can swim with seals. Are they mad?

This has been a public service broadcast.....

Education, education, education....

Of course, in Australia, the academic year runs alongside the calendar year – which means that the New Year brings lots of new starts and new opportunities.

In our household, then, the New Year brought quite a few changes. Anna moved from the private St Lukes Grammar to Beacon Hill Primary School, which is our local state school. She’s much happier there, so far, and repeating Year 5 seems to be delivering the benefits we had hoped for. Anna is regaining confidence in her academic ability, and making lots of friends who developmentally seem to be much more on her level. Instead of welcoming young women into our house, we are now seeing lots of children once again, and Anna seems less anxious in her friendships.

She has joined lots of extra curricular groups, as it seems that the things on offer at this school are more up her street than the majority of those available to her at St Lukes - a dance group, which will perform at J Rock, a local state school spectacular showcasing performance talents, and one of two choirs, in which she will sing at the Opera House towards the end of the year. This is at a concert of choirs from around NSW public (state) schools, and she is auditioning for one of the solo spots.

It's great to see Anna throwing herself whole heartedly into school life again, and this was never more evident than in her performance at the school swimming carnival the other day. Now Anna loves the water, but she would be the first to admit that she is not the greatest of swimmers, especially by comparison the the Australian kids who start learning in Nazi style swim schools at the age of about 3. But did this stop her from competing in every possible event? Not likely! She kept herself busy all afternoon doing breast stroke, freestyle (what they call front crawl), back stroke and then - the 200 metre medley! This involved doing 50 metres of butterfly, which she taught herself in our pool (less swimming than anti drowning really...), then 50 each of back stroke, breast stroke and freestyle. Only 5 people from the whole school entered, one of whom was virtually a fish, and she came second last, but was she bothered? I don't think so! She was just thrilled to have taken part and couldn't wait to tell her dad about it. What a girl!



Other interesting things are also happening on the education front for George, who is still at St Lukes. His task this year is to get organised and start giving a s**t! I'm told this is a common problem with 12 year old boys, and so far he is responding fairly well to our nagging, managing to get to school most days with what he needs, and producing his first ever 'A' grade piece of work for a project in technology. He has also really pushed himself out of his comfort zone by joining the school debating team, which had its first round of the Independent Schools Debating Association tournament last week. George was first speaker for the negative in a debate on 'the wealthy should be given incentives to donate to charity'. The teams of four are given the debate proposition and then are shut in a room without an adult and with pens, paper and a whiteboard to put together an argument. Given that in George's team none of them actually knew what 'incentives' were, they acquitted themselves quite well! They didn't win, but for a first attempt as a team they did brilliantly. For George, we know this was a real challenge as on the whole he likes to stay in the background, so we were especially proud of him.

And so onto me - who is also enjoying pastures new on the education front. A few weeks ago I started post graduate training in psychotherapy which will, in two years, qualify me to practice. It's all been really interesting and enjoyable so far (particularly in the absence of having to hand anything in just yet!) - especially the group therapy element of the training. We have to sort out our own shit before we try to sort out anyone elses, so this part of the training is very much compulsory. The first session was pretty nerve wracking....I think I am going to find out or face up to uncomfortable things about myself....life's a journey eh?

As part of that journey, and also because if I spend any more time doing housework or drinking coffee I will seriously go mental, I've started volunteering one day a week at a special school - Arranounbai School for Specific Needs. This wonderful school provides for pre schoolers to Year 12 who are physically and/or intellectually disabled, and for children with complex medical needs, and I am working alternatively with a preschool class and a senior class. The 5 children in the pre school class all require one to one help in the classroom, but are cute as buttons and enormous fun. The senior class has a group of 7 children with differing physical and intellectual needs, and yesterday I enjoyed helping Georgia with her Year 7 work. On my first day, the headmaster, Garry, took a picture of me with the gorgeous Zoe, which you can enjoy here....



Everyday in that school, I am reminded of how very lucky I am....

A visit from the parentals

You will recall that the last time I updated the blog, I was complaining about how unbearably hot it was.

Then Mum and Dad arrived.

And it rained and rained and rained and rained. The temperature dropped by over 10 degrees, and we were subjected to some of the heaviest rainfall the region had seen for 35 years.

This has not helped my gut feeling that the end of the world is nigh....

My friends are beginning to get fed up about visits from my parents, as this is the third visit that has been marred by the weather.

'Not your parents again! Don't let them come! They make it rain!'

I'm not sure it's fair to blame global warming on mum and dad, but there might be something in it.

Despite all this, we tried to make the most of the family time holed up in the house that this afforded us, whilst also overcoming the urge to kill one another. We played some good board games, ventured out to eat, and went on lovely walks whenever there was a break in the cloud cover. Dad came and watched George play a blinder at basketball (36 - 6), and we all enjoyed the DVD of Anna's dance concert. Over and over again.

And now I have delivered them to the cruise ship Arcadia at Circular Quay, on which they will sail up the coast to Japan and Hong Kong, arriving home in 3 weeks.

I feel sad.

On the whole I feel pretty stressed when they are here. It's difficult having anyone stay in your house for long periods of time. And this visit comes pretty much straight after Andrew's parental visit. So we've had nearly 7 weeks of non stop visiting. And no matter how much you love them, it's quite stressful. It's not really the entertaining that is difficult, as everyone is very helpful - it's the inability to keep to your normal routine. I like my routine.

Then they leave, and you feel sad, and bad. You know you probably won't see them again for a year, maybe two. And you feel bad that you let yourself be irritated by them when they were here. You are plagued by fears about what might happen in the interim. They are not as young as they were. What if they get ill, or worse? And I argued with them about the washing and getting the meat out the freezer! How trivial all that will seem if this turned out to be the last time I saw them, God forbid.

The thing is, that wherever you live, however far away you are, your relationship with your parents is what it is. Just because you miss them, and love them, doesn't mean you no longer find the things that always annoyed you about them annoying. And vice versa. Absence does make the heart grow fonder, but, it seems, mainly while the absentees are actually absent....

Suffice to say. I love you mum and dad x

Four seasons in one day...

It's getting hot in here, so take off all your clothes....

We need to talk about heat. Not the magazine....Because it is very hot. Like train track buckling and melting hot. I kid you not. I cannot walk on my deck without shoes on. My swimming pool is constantly calling out to me (and anyone who knows me well will tell you that I am not a person given to getting in swimming pools, unless I have drunk a great deal of alcohol and inappropriately removed all my clothing). I have been doing my housework in only my pants...

I know you are all seeing on the news about the heatwave in Australia and the deaths in the bush fires north of Melbourne. Thus far there have not been any serious fires in Sydney. Which is fairly unusual. The fact that our house backs onto National Park bushland where there have been fires before does not exactly inspire confidence, but you really have to accept it as a part of life in Australia.

By contrast there has been terrible flooding in some parts of Queensland, where a state of emergency has been declared and many people have lost their homes. And in Europe they are experiencing the coldest and snowiest winter for many years.

Don't you sometimes feel like we are watching the apocalypse?

Most of you will know that I am not exactly religious, but if I was, I would be thinking the end of the world was nigh. I might even have to get a sandwich board with that written on it and parade up and down the northern beaches. And I would, you know....if it wasn't so bloody hot.

On a slightly different tack (but still on the general theme of the end of the world is nigh, so allowable I feel), sometimes when I am watching daytime tv (I know...I can only blame myself) I do feel like maybe Sodom and Gommorah is alive and well in some states of America. Do they show the Maury Povich show on UK tv?? This is a show that is entirely about helping people prove who is the father of their child through DNA testing. Some of these women come onto the show up to 14 times testing various dreadful young men, who they swear they are 100% sure is the father of their child, only to hear - again - that he is NOT the father. Are they really saying they slept with 14 people that month? And if you had - would you want to go on the tv and tell the world about it??

Anyway - I digress. It's probably not fair to blame global warming on the loose morals of an American subclass who just want to get on tv.

We are told that the weather in our part of NSW is about to cool down by up to about 10 degrees and that we will be getting rain next week. This will bring the fear of bushfire down a few notches, but will make getting the washing done problematic.

Life is never perfect, is it?

Random Conversation

I am standing outside the kiosk on Shelley Beach with the children and the dog. A man with two youngsters approaches the dog and gives him a pat.

'What a beautiful dog. What's his name?'

'Bronson.'

A pause...

'Is that after Pierce then?'

'Erm no - Bronson. After Charles Bronson.'

We both pat the dog.

'What breed is he then?' says the man.

'He's a Bernese Mountain Dog.'

A pause....

'Is he from Burma then?'

'...No. Berne. In Switzerland.'

I smile. I don't want him to feel silly.

The children watch with interest while we both continue to pat the dog. I'm starting to wish he would go away.

'So,' he says. 'What does he do for mating?'

'I'm sorry?'

'I mean - you know. What does he do - you know - when he mates?'

Is it me.....?!

Christmas and New Year 2008

In contrast to last year, we awoke on Christmas morning to the sort of weather we Poms have always believed to be the norm for the day - blue skies, big sun, high temperatures. Sydneysiders will tell you that that good weather on Christmas Day is, in reality, as elusive as white Christmases in the UK, but for 2008, the weather outdid itself.



We were joined for the day by, of course, Grace and Bob, who were visiting for 3 weeks or so (they left for Perth and Singapore yesterday), plus Nicky and Graham and their brood. We ate a HUGE bbq outside, played a few games, splashed about in the pool and ended the afternoon drinking champagne in the outdoor spa. It was perfect. The children had a great time - especially when competing with the men at basketball!

On Boxing Day, our tradition (such that it is!) is to take the leftovers to the beach for a picnic, and this year Dee Why was chosen. I think there were more people on the beach that day than I have seen on the beach ever before in Australia, but the atmosphere was extremely convivial, the sea clear and the waves perfect. To be honest, both Anna and I were a bit under the weather with some sort of flu-type bug, but it's not too much hard work just to sit on the beach whilst boosting yourself up with paracetamol!

It was lovely, and I think we are getting closer to having established a pattern for this time of year which will hopefully start to feel as familiar and important as the one we had for the previous 38 years....however, I think in a few year's time we will have to come back to the UK for a proper one....



New Year's Eve was a busier affair. During our last few years in the UK, we had rarely done anything to see the New Year in, sometimes even retiring to bed before midnight. However, when you live in the NYE party capital of the world, what you do that evening is a big deal and a big talking point for weeks in advance. We had decided to do the real thing - to go into the city and watch the fireworks from as close to the action as we could reasonably get (taking into account we had the children with us!). Friends Jason and Julie found a Bavarian Bier Keller in The Rocks (right by the harbour) which could accommodate families and had a bit of entertainment to help keep the children going till midnight and a great time was had by everyone - despite all the predictions of doom and gloom about how difficult it would be to get in and out of the city, and what a nightmare it would all be.



In the event, we successfully parked the car in the Wharf carpark (ooo - you'll never get parked for the ferry....), walked on the first ferry (ooo - you'll have to wait ages till you can get on a ferry...) and successfully found our restaurant, enjoying some of the entertainment on Circular Quay on the way. There were - literally - MILLIONS of people in the city, but the police were out in force, it was very well organised, and the atmosphere was very friendly but definitely inebriated. After our meal and a bit of yodelling and traditional bavarian dancing (think lederhosen and a lot of thigh slapping), we left and successfully found a vantage point away from the main crowds by the water, where we felt the children wouldn't be trampled underfoot, and where we could see the Harbour Bridge very clearly, and watched the best firework display in the world. Definitely an experience not to be forgotten!



Getting home was supposed to also be the stuff of nightmares, but we made our way through the throng, and got on the first ferry we saw for Manly (ooo - you'll wait hours for a ferry home...), picked up our car and went on our way. A great night and no worries, mate...