So, last night I got horrendously drunk.  We were watching, 'Holiday' or something like that with Cameron Diaz and Jude Law and a few others.  One part of it was filmed in England.    Beautiful countryside, snowy weather and it was Christmas!  God, we'd already sunk one bottle of red over a wonderful lunch in a local winery, and had just finished off an 'evening' bottle.  I wasn't feeling it too much, but I started to wail and sob.  How I miss my friends back home, how I miss the office Christmas parties where people sleep with people they shouldn't, people argue about something that is SO important at the time and everyone becomes united to sing THE christmas song...Slade.  I don't think I'll be able to listen to that in NZ.  Its going to be weird having hot weather over Chrimbo.  Yes, I am ONE of those whingey poms that likes turkey with all the trimmings, Eastenders special, quality street, fires and cold, dark evenings.  It was a tidal wave of homesickness.  I told Steve to open another bottle of wine, I was in the mood for a heavy drink.  Eventually I passed out on the sofa and missed the end bit of the movie.  I woke up with a wicked headache and one very grouchy stomach.  Why?? Why do I insist on drinking when I have children?  Its just ludicrous.  Moons wanted to play doctor with sick Mummy, and Pip has got wicked flu, I've never seen her so sick.  I had planned to take Monday off so I could look after my poor sick baby while Steve worked on two projects which he's really stressed about.  I also wanted to clean and scrub the house from top to bottom.  All that happened?  Pip and I curled up the sofa and slept!  What a waste of a day!  And we were alarmed to see water being thrust into the sky with great force above the office.  It was water from our water tank!  We called the agency who sent around probably the rudest plumber in the world.  I was really upset and I called the tenancy tribunal people and spoke with this awesome English bloke that I'd spoken with over the last rental drama!  He just couldn't believe what rotten luck we'd had!  Turns out we can write a letter with all the dates and all the troubles we've had here, and ask for compensation and we'd probably win in court.  Its a route that once again, we don't want to take but at least we have that trump card if the troubles continue.  On a good side I received a letter today from immigration to say that I had been assigned a case officer, so I should have a status within six months.  That's not bad, as they received my application in May, considering I was initially told 18 months.  Would be glad to get that resolved.

So, are we going to move to Wellington?  I just don't know, I'm going for interviews for jobs that I'm really interested in, but Auckland has been nothing but rotten luck and I really hate this city.  I feel unsettled, once again, we're playing the waiting game, not really knowing what we're going to do.