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the balls, they are a’rolling…

Yep, they most certainly are. Tired and fed up of living in ‘limbo’, I asked the guy who is handling my visa application to phone ‘the man’ in DIMA, and ask him for either an answer or an indication as to when I can expect an answer.

Time will tell whether this was the right thing to do.

My horoscopes said that something major will be resolved on Thursday, and I haven’t heard anything yet (end of Wednesday), so maybe, just maybe, tomorrow I may be ‘resolved’. This would be nice. Very nice, indeed.

In any case, the next couple of weeks are going to be one long roller-coaster, and I am not sure how I will be at the end of them. George leaving (coming back for a weekend and then leaving again), residency settled (one way or the other), employment settled (in my head, at least), and the combination of positive/negative results for any of these things can mean only one thing is ahead.


i really 

Have been wanting one of those little ‘scooter’ things – they have been around Australia for about a year now, and they really would be handy for me.

And then someone finds this on the London tube (warning: ‘bad’ language ahead).

I still want one though.

don’t go drinking

With a bunch of drunken girls. This will lead to hassling a busker for 40 minutes at 4:00 in the morning, followed by a lengthy search for KFC, followed by a complete unwillingness to walk home, even though the taxi queue is at least 90 minutes long.

Girls, you know who you are.