This is the third extract of Le Guide Officiel…to Becoming Aussie.

Today, I am talking about driving in Australia.

Driving in Australia is much easier than driving in London or in Paris. Mind you, as I have driven all over the world, on the right side and on the left side, with tractors (on the family farm) automatic and manual cars, I feel ready to open an international driving school. Except for parallel parking of course but hey, nobody is perfect.

Generally speaking, Australians are not too aggressive at the wheel and they will not give you the finger or…


This is an extract of Le Guide Officiel…to becoming Aussie. Today, we are talking about food.

The first installment can be found here: https://murieldemarcus.medium.com/le-guide-officiel-to-becoming-aussie-7afcf127418d

My first try at Pavlova…No too shabby eh?

‘I love food, all types of food. I love Korean food, Japanese, Italian, French. In Australia, we don’t have a distinctive Australian food, so we have food from everywhere all around the world. We’re very multicultural, so we grew up with lots of different types of food.’

Hugh Jackman

When I am asked what Australian cuisine is about, an awkward silence usually follows.

That’s because I am confused. After more than three years living in Australia…


As some of you may know, I have published a book called ‘Le Guide Officiel to Becoming British’ I am now thinking of publishing the Aussie version and would love to hear your views. Should I? Shouldn’t I?

You can buy the book here : https://www.amazon.com.au/Guide-Officiel-Becoming-British-French-ebook/dp/B01GOH6U2E/ref=cm_cr_arp_d_product_top?ie=UTF8

I have now moved to Sydney and here is the introduction of Le Guide Officiel…to becoming Aussie (How to fit in if you’re French).

Beware, this blog contains sarcasm.


Pink Skies in Sydney

Today, in New South Wales, we are officially going back to normal. That said, it doesn’t really feel like it. Why? Well, because today we must overcome a different kind of fear: a fear of returning back to the office, a fear of meeting up with friends, and more generally a fear of doing what we used to do.

Right now I envy my teenage daughters. They seem completely oblivious to this type of fear and are busy catching up with everything they left on hold at the height of the pandemic. As a result, I have spent the weekend…


My new normal

I woke up this morning wondering what going back to normal meant. Truth be told, I am not one to ponder philosophical questions such as the meaning of life or the vastness of the universe. But for once I felt a bit apprehensive. My head was full of random questions. For instance, what am I going to do with all the little things I learned about myself during this lockdown, such as the fact that I can’t catch a chicken and that I actually like yoga? What will change? Will I go back to the office full time like before?


I am as busy as ever. It just never stops, right? It has been another full-on week, and I feel like I am taking this working-from-home thing into my stride now.

Of course, it takes some time to adjust to a new routine, but I am pleased to report that my back doesn’t hurt this week. I am now trying to move every hour or so. I also force myself to get a proper break for lunch instead of spending all day talking to a computer. I even took a yoga lesson on Zoom yesterday. It must have helped. What…


So peaceful, right? Appearances can be deceptive…

What a week! This working-from-home-and-taking-care-of-a-household thing is simply exhausting. To cut a long story short, I am wiped out.

Yesterday, I remember preparing something for dinner and then going to my bedroom. Next thing I know, I wake up this morning around 7 am., more than 12 hours later, with yesterday’s clothes still on. This hasn’t happened since my teenage years. Mind you, I feel better. The dishwasher hasn’t been emptied of course, but hey, it has been loaded. Baby steps, I say. We are making progress.

So what happened? Well, it has been an eventful week. Work is incredibly…


View from the beach house. Don’t believe appearances…

Living together during this Covid 19 pandemic takes some getting used to. Here I am, the adult in charge of a house full of moody teenage girls. We left Sydney to relocate to the Northern Beaches during the pandemic, and live together in a place that’s not designed for this. It sounds idyllic, right? Well, we have no choice: we have to make it work. The thing is, I always try to find someone more adult than me, but there is nobody to turn to right now. I suck at this adulting thing. When did I become the responsible one…


Getting some peace & quiet in the boat shed…

After being separated from my family for a week, I was told to work from home, and I was therefore able to join the gang at the beach house. Living together like this takes some getting used to. It’s a steep learning curve. That said, I am very fortunate: we had just finished the renovations. The beach house was supposed to be a sanctuary; a quiet place for our older days; somewhere to recharge, write, run and do some much-needed yoga. But life never happens the way you plan it, and here we are, a few adults and some moody…


I am a glass-half-full sort of person. I don’t know why; maybe, in my case, it is just luck and a total lack of cynicism. I believe that chaos breeds new opportunities in the long run. It’s all about soldiering on. Of course, it’s not easy. Let’s face it, the world as we know it is changing by the day, and we just don’t know how and when this crisis will end up. But hey, it’s not as if we have a choice, right? And in Sydney, we are three weeks behind Europe. To an extend, we are fortunate: we…

Muriel

I am a French woman who used to live in London and has now moved to Sydney. Engineer by background. Turned lawyer. Turned writer. Wife, mum, friend, ultrarunner

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