Dyson V6 Absolute Cordless Vacuum Review

Dyson V6 CordlessWe’ve worn through several vacuums either by blowing the motor or just by finding the machine simply could not keep up with our heavy-duty family.  So when I was asked to road test the newly released Dyson V6 Absolute vacuum I had no hesitation in saying “yes please”.  Even better the vacuum is cordless and both a handheld and full length (stick) vacuum catering for several job descriptions.

In short the vacuum is light and yet still powerful enough to succeed at some of the most daunting tasks we could throw at it including a hay challenge and the more subtle pet hair/fur everywhere.

I spent a few days taking photos of real life situations and created my first upload to YouTube. (I’ll take a bow at this stage, thank you!)  All mess was naturally occurring and results of Dyson usage are genuine.   Anyway enough from me, please do check it out and let me know what you think, not just of the Dyson V6 Absolute but of my awesome slide show creation.





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The Belched “So What Do You Blog?”

It was a huge conference filled with amazing people, most were genuinely great people willing to share the path with others, give encouragement and at the very least create fun friendships that probably wouldn’t last longer than the conference and that’s okay!   If you were there, at this years Australian Problogger Conference, you’ll know what I’m garbling about and as you are here reading this you are possibly one of two types.  

You are the awesome type who is just, well, AWESOME!  Or you are the rare type, the very type that inspired me to write this post.  If you are this type did you come here to read, afraid this is about you?   If you are this person (I doubt it) listen carefully and for crying out loud DON’T do this to anyone else, ever again, I mean EVER.

Did I say something wrong? Did I make you squirm in your pants?

Your eyes darted uncomfortably past as you feigned recognizing an important friend you HAD to catch up with.  You grabbed your bag, bid a rapid farewell and disappeared.  I remained, like a fish out of water, mouth slightly drooped open then I clamped it shut as I muttered “ppfftt” your way.  My anger apparent by the red spreading on my face but then I retook the situation and made it MINE.  I breathed deep, sighing away the embarrassment and ordered a coffee.  Nothing like sipping a fresh, hot coffee and looking content when left awkwardly alone at a table while all other tables are busily occupied. 

I found you equally as boring, I doubt you’d think so.  Difference between you and me is I chose to care.  I listened, nodded and maintained feigned, interested eye contact.  While you garbled corporate statistics of a cyber kingdom.  I wonder if in your world you ever consider that in the very suburb you live there is probably a minimum of one child crying out for help. One child lonely, neglected or abused.  Yes, even in the rich suburbs, you prefer the word ‘affluent’, (I have nothing wrong with affluence).

You asked? Why did you ask? Do you have any inkling at all that a world exists outside your corporate world of dollar signs and clouds of nothingness? 

It’s okay! I forgive you.  In fact I feel sorry for you! Ouch, I bet that would sting if you knew but you’ll never know,  because you’ll never go.  To my blog that is, here, now, because my blog is me.  It’s exactly what you shut down, face palmed, turned your  back on.  Me! 

Don’t ask next time. Don’t walk up, politely introduce yourself.  Don’t fill the fresh breathable air with YOU,  words followed by an unrestrained belch of ‘how are you?’ Followed on with the obligatory “what do you blog about?”  

For once I didn’t even waffle on, I was restrained and kept details to a minimum.  That’s okay, sure, I get it, I’ve met your type before.  The type who asks only to get.

If you don’t truly want to know, don’t ask! 

The air has to be shared and you don’t share.  

Lucky for you the air at the top is very, very, thin.  You’re welcome to it.




*I rarely write a rant but in some cases, better out than in! 



Don’t Stop Growing Up

If there is one thing I’ve become aware of as I trundle on past the 45+ category, it is that I continue to grow up.  Not in the growing old way but just in the growing up way, whatever that entails.

I have a 21-year-old child now and he has his own thoughts as does each individual within our family setting. Each has their own ideas, perceptions and judgements of the world around them.  They don’t often match mine, in fact sparks can easily fly when we share opinion and so while the eldest is growing up, so am I.  I’m growing up in stepping back, keeping my mouth shut, respecting his opinion but also in not grabbing the bait when the hook is dangled from a line of conflict.  It’s a continual growing up theme, not just with him but with each and every person in my home.  I think not uncommon in many families.

There’s the growing up journey of self-control, where silent contemplation replaces hasty foot in mouth.  A serious work, in serious but slow progress.

There’s the growing up of self where, with time and age, I’m moving on from being concerned about whether I made the cut with a particular person or group.  I’m accepting me, as I am, as I’ve been designed.  It seems there is a world-wide group of women, my age, all on this journey of growing up.

I have young children still, fostering sends us spiralling back to the early years and even here there’s a growing up where parenting isn’t such a hit and miss, trial and error journey but a well-worn path covered in phrases of “If only I’d known this when my oldest was a baby”.  A confidence that continues to grow, strengthen, gain knowledge and reap from the school of life.  The acknowledgement that I’m dealing with mini humans with their own decision-making abilities not programmable robots.  Less guilt parenting and more guided parenting, ‘if only I’d known this years ago’.

I wouldn’t call where I’m at ‘maturing’.  Maturing makes me feel like a slab of cheese, although if I placed myself in a cheese category I’d choose to be camembert.  I’m growing up and will continue to do so until there is no more growing up to do.  Growing up is so much better, it’s a journey that never ends until it’s over.  A journey filled with lots of fun without the pressure of being ‘grown up’.

I see some women who appear to have it all together, appear to be ‘grown-up’, they don’t look all that happy.  Where do you go once you’ve reached ‘grown up’?


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Hello Monday, One Week in Two Days

I must confess I’ve fallen in love, with this link up topic, ‘I must confess’!  Is this a new me, a new era, or getting back to the love of blogging, sharing and caring?

This weeks prompt ‘Hello Monday’, oh how I love Mondays.  Monday is my weekend, it’s my “ahhhh” after a hectic weekend with all home.  I guard it jealously and this week it was stolen from me with IEP meetings at school.  Not one but three and they make my head ache.   However, Monday was salvaged with an invite to a coffee catchup with a new group of ladies I’ve connected with through our Church.  Before you lurch for the sick bag, relax you should know by now I’m not about to ram religion down your throat. However, Church is a big part of my life and not mentioning it would be like asking you to not to mention work, or sport, or your favourite hobby whatever that may be.

SO back to business of Hello Monday!  I haven’t been invited to coffee for a long, long time.  This wasn’t a suspicious invite, it was genuine, friendly, no strings attached, no hidden agenda.   I can’t shout loud enough how refreshing that is, or how thrilled I am to see people, ‘churchy people’ making serious changes where real life is real life, and real people are talking like real people.

Oops! That’s a sidetrack of mega proportions.

HelloMondayHello Monday, I love you!  This week Monday opens the door to Tuesday which is frantic with preparations for my absence later this week.  I have a truck load of grocery shopping to do, I missed the online order deadline.  Who would have thought online ordering could be that difficult that I just didn’t get to it, and now this Old Mother Hubbard has an empty cupboard.  Then I’m back to school early for yet another school meeting regarding poor Mr Toddy, who still isn’t coping with the school environment and maybe one day, just one day, someone will decide to listen to me and see what I see.  Only then will he be slotted into the correct place in life, designed for him.

Wednesday brings a frantic flurry of home preparation, particularly because I’ve taken an extra day of leave and this trip will be the longest that I’ve been away on my own, ever!  The awesome MrZ is taking leave and will be a SAHP in my absence, SAHP (stay at home parent) because SAHD (stay at home Dad) looked too much like sad!

Then I’m out of here, up, up and away.  My running joke is that I’d take a return flight without getting off at the other end if it meant a break where I could just kick back, relax, read, write and watch a movie uninterrupted.   Im excited, nervous and apprehensive all at once about attending the Problogger conference.   Last year was huge, I was overwhelmed and I didn’t succeed very well at breaking into the crowd.  Approaching people is not my strong point after years and years as a SAHM.  This year I’ve build my courage up, set myself goals, researched how to survive and thrive at a conference and I have a purpose that’s building in momentum.  Having a strong purpose helps, even if that purpose may take years to manifest in its entirety.

I’m leaving Zippy Land in good hands, despite last weeks betrayal of a theft that rocked our world and has left us feeling vulnerable.  On that issue, to add to the busy-ness agenda we are now scurrying around stepping up security in a big way and I stepped, somewhat accidentally, into pulling our suburb together and triggering a neighbourhood watch campaign, because hey I’m bored, right?  What have I done?!!!

So Monday, “Hello”!  You are the door to my week of adventure but before I get to the adventure I must live a week in two days on the ZZL front.  Then I can truly relax, guilt free, for my adventure of the year.  Problogger Conference 2015.

If you are heading off to this bigger than bigger PB Event, make sure we cross paths and connect in real life.

Cheers Monday, and every day there after.



I Must Confess

Chocolate Bread Pudding

Chocolate Bread Pudding (hot/cold)

A variation of Bread and Butter pudding that is simply yummy and not difficult to make.   Again it’s another hit with the family, a great way to use up left over bread before it goes stale (or in my case if you accidentally switch off a freezer load of bread).

I do not waste the bread crusts, omitting them is something of an oddity to me.  I did however cut the slices into quarters and arrange them so that the thickness of the crusts were evenly distributed throughout.   Now, this recipe does require that the dish be refrigerated for 5-6 hours before baking, it’s good to know that before you start.  It’s easy to make, I made it in the morning before we headed off to church and then baked it later in time for dinner.

(Cuisine Companion –  kneading/crushing blade)


  • 10 slices of bread
  • 150g plain chocolate, break up into small chunks
  • 85g butter, diced
  • 250ml whipping cream
  • 200ml crème fraîche
  • 4 tbsp orange juice
  • 110g light brown sugar
  • 3 large eggs


Slice bread into quarters, (don’t arrange in tin yet).

Place chocolate, butter, whipping cream, crème fraîche, sugar and orange juice into the bowl and mix on speed 3 at 50°C for 10 minutes.  Beat the eggs lightly then add to the bowl and mix at speed 8 for 20 seconds (no heat setting).

Pour a small 1-2cm amount of mixture into a 20-25cm oven-proof dish.  Arrange half of the bread pieces evenly in the dish and pour half the mixture evenly over the bread.   Arrange the remaining bread and pour the remaining mixture evenly over.  This allows for even soaking up of the mixture throughout. Cover with clear wrap (cling film) and place in fridge for 4-5 hours.


Pre-heat oven to 180°C, remove the clear film, place the dish in the oven and bake for 30-35 minutes or until the top layer is crisp.  Serve warm with cream, or custard.  (this dish is also delicious served cold).




Recipe – 500 Desserts, Wendy Sweetser.

Can You Help Find Our Puppy? FOUND!



Thanks to the power of sharing on Facebook  our beautiful puppy was located, rescued and returned to us within 5 hours of being stolen.  Relatively unharmed except for minor tummy scratches and emotional trauma.

Our call out to help locate Luna spread across Twitter, Facebook and Instagram via friends, friends of friends and people we have never met.

On behalf of the ZippyZappy Family THANK YOU to everyone.  It’s a sad time when a family’s much loved pet is taken from a safe yard merely for the purpose of obtaining quick cash via a sale!  We will be taking action to ensure it doesn’t happen again and further enquiries will be investigated by the police.


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Our 4 month old British Bulldog puppy has been taken from the front of our yard while I was on the school run.    Apart from the fact that she’s a very important member of our family she’s just 4 months old, she’s a baby.

She sleeps on our 15 year old teenager’s bed and cries if she can’t sleep on the bed.  Needless to say he is besides himself with worry and stress.

Luna is microchipped and wearing a red, studded collar.  She has distinctive markings and there are not that many British Bulldogs in Perth.  Please, please help bring Luna home.  She was taken from the WANNEROO area, close to BANKSIA GROVE.  Removed from an enclosed yard while I was collecting the kids from school.




4 month old LUNA #WANNEROO

If you know where Luna is please contact police on 131444 or if you find Luna please take her into your local vets where they will be able to contact us.  You can also contact me on twitter and Facebook.