Howdy guys! How’s your long weekend going? Yep, have to thank the Queen for that – us Sydneysiders, we celebrate the Queen’s Birthday on Monday – even though she was born on 21st April. That’s how baller she is – everyone has to celebrate her birthday on a day that is not her birth date. Westminster Represent Yo. It’s also been heaps wet in Old Sydney Town – so much so that grandpas and grandmas sit around the Winter fire telling the young ‘uns what it was like “back in the good old days” when the sun still shone through the clouds. Speaking of old tales and Winter fires, I caught…
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Property Management
Reading Time: 3 Minutes Oh TheFrugalSamurai I missed you so much, please don’t ever leave me. There there, it’s OK – I’m back now! But wait – where did you disappear to? Adelaide people, Adelaide. What’s Adelaide? Is that a cool and refreshing drink? No no – it’s a city in South Australia renowned for… umm… renowned for… (Cue dream-like music as scene travels back in time and fades to black. New scene, camera pans to car cruising down a busy road. It is night.) “HEY THEFRUGALSAMURAI WHAT’S YOUR BLOG ABOUT” said the person in the front passenger seat as we drove from Adelaide airport to our City hotel last…
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Hump Day
Heigh Ho, Heigh Ho it’s off to work we go. Hello again friends! Heigh Ho indeed for most of us although luckily it’s Wednesday which means HUMP DAY! Hump day’s term came about because you know naturally the seven day week is like a camel, and Wednesday which falls in the middle is the “hump” or midpoint of the week, get over this hump and it’s a smooth downhill ride to Thursday and then it’s FRIDAY BITCHES and the promised land of weekend goodness. But sir, what if you have a two-humped camel? … sigh, life is hard. Hump day was not named after this camel. When did this concept of…
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All The Small Things
Hi gang! Back for another dose of TheFrugalSamurai? Of course you are! Last night, one of MrsTheFrugalSamurai-to-be’s close friends held an event which consisted of a splatter party followed by an intimate dinner (intimate as in with other close friends, not just with MrsTheFrugalSamurai-to-be). Unfortunately I couldn’t attend the splatter party because a) I had something on which I couldn’t get out of and b) I was mis-informed by MrsTheFrugalSamurai-to-be: “Hey, come to a splatter party on Saturday”. “What’s that?” “You know, a party with paint”. “NICE – you mean paintball?! I LOVE PAINTBALL!!!” “No, its not paintball, it’s a party with paint, you paint”. “… so like a renovation?…
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The Journey Begins
Hello friends, I’m back! First off, have to say thank you all for the overwhelming responses and private messages of support after the last post, very much appreciated! I debated long and hard with myself as to whether to share it, so great to hear you enjoyed it. Apologies for then going AWOL, you must have thought, this guy – pulls us in with his personal expose and then buggers off to gloat and grin like a Cheshire Cat. Not at all friends, have faith people – I was just investigating what I need to do to bring the blog and website up to standard. Seems like the expected shelf life…
