Once upon a time…

Its 2 am… im currently on a 14.5 night shift and there’s 52 days between now and when I board the plane.

See I’ve decided this life isn’t for me… working shifts averaging 50 hour weeks only to buy material things to try make the mundane a bit more pleasurable.

I’d be lying if I said it was a recent decision, this has always been a wild thought niggling in the back of my mind, but always just a thought, until one day.

In fact it was a bad day, when life could go SCREW ITSELF!! I’d had enough ( checking my emails it was actually 10th september 2014) and in a fit of rage and even though I was over -£1000 in my overdraft I brought my Visa , a working holiday visa to AUSTRALIA