Tag: holiday
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This Is How A Middle-Aged Couple With Anxiety Books A Holiday
There are certain undeniable factors when two people with anxiety get married. 1. There will be a lot of overthinking, and 2) We can talk ourselves out of pretty much anything. Photo by Toa Heftiba on Unsplash Such has been the marital soap opera created by my decision that we go on a proper holiday…
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Anxious, Middle-Aged Couple Seeks Ideas For Perfect Holiday
We’re in the early stages of marital negotiations about a possible holiday towards the end of the year. I’ve won the first round – as in the old man has finally agreed to leave Australia. However, where to go is proving more problematic. I am struggling to find that perfect holiday destination that offers an…
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The Secret To Surviving Long-Haul Flights With Anxiety
It wasn’t quite the Love Actually airport moment that I had anticipated when I spotted the old man waiting for me at the wrong exit of Sydney airport after my latest grueling long-haul flight, and I wasn’t amused. It seems appropriate to compare the torture of such flights to being forced to a Republican Thanksgiving…
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How To Show Restraint At The Inclusive Hotel Buffet Breakfast
I’d never noticed before that skinny women only eat fruit at the hotel buffet breakfast, but since NC kindly (?) gave me my FitBit for Mothers Day, I’ve become much more conscious of the number of calories going into my body versus calories being burned. Due to medical reasons pertaining to my mental health, I…
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Conquering Fears and Discovering Bush In Australia
I conquered a few long-held fears during my holiday last week with the old man – the fear of whether we can actually spend time alone together without me wanting to kill him, because I’m aware that I won’t be able to use the PMT card as a defence in our retirement, as well as…
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Why Do Hangovers Have To Be So Much Worse In Middle Age?
I farewelled my drinking legs in style this weekend. But there are worst places than the Hunter Valley to find out that you’re a pussy. Not even the enticement of membership to my favourite winery, Scarborough Wines, a life-long ambition of mine, along with the purchase of twelve bottles of my favourite Chardonnay (now safely stashed…
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We’re Lucky Enough To Be Holidaying With Our Parents
It’s family holiday time and no, I never did manage to lose the three kilos I needed to semi-confidently wear my swimsuit in public. I wish I could savour this feeling of excitement and anticipation that I always experience in the weeks leading up to a holiday; that is, before we go. Before I remember the…
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Road Tripping Dysfunctional Family-Style – Moments In Time
Moments. Life is about experiencing ‘moments’ in time, but even more importantly, it’s about being able to recognize them as precious moments and to fully appreciate them for what they are. Even the simplest moments. Such as the first time someone you cared about told you how much they loved you, or the first time…
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Road Trip Dysfunctional Family-Style Part 1
‘I’ve never been so fucking hot!’ Kurt shouts, as his toes touch hot sand for the first time in twelve months. “I’ve never been so fucking cold!” he squeals like a girl, five minutes later, as his white body braces itself against the first wave in the ocean. The old man and I must have…
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Those Sneaky Holiday Calories
Why can’t the hips lie, just for once? I’ve developed a distinct waddle to my gait since my holiday. I can only put it down to those sneaky holiday calories that have surreptitiously relocated to my hips whilst I was busy ‘holidaying.’ Ok world, I’m ready… Bring it on! by Troy Snow on Flickr When…
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The Holiday Period
Dear Period, Forgive me for abandoning all hope of ever being able to decipher how your special powers of diarising work exactly, when no matter how meticulously I plan ahead you always seem to appear slap bang in the middle of my hard-earned two weeks of holiday. Courtesy of Libra I begrudgingly give you ten…
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Sucker For Punishment Or Martyr To Marriage
Image58.jpg (Photo credit: jhull) So it wasn’t enough for this crazy bitch to move house and work like a dog over the past two weeks; she now has to prove her absolute stupidity by heading off to the slopes for a skiing holiday. Thredbo is no Hayman Island. I could lie and pretend that I…
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