So, I'll find out in about two months.  My application is passed to someone else for a final look and then approval or decline.  I can't believe how much info they have on us!  All of our travel plans and highlighted charts of when our travel coincided to make sure we were together each time!!  They took our wedding anniversary cards to each other, more bank statements, leaving cards to all of us!!  Crazy business!  It was quite a funny experience because Steve and I had been arguing that morning, it was stressful.  When we pulled up outside the immigration office I told Steve that we couldn't argue in there, or appear cold to each other because she'd be watching us.  In her office, she went off to do some photocopies and left alone to wait, Steve and I resumed an earlier argument.  I was saying he'd been a real miserable old woman lately, he was saying he was stressed about work, I basically told him to get over it because he was paid for it!!  Bit mean, I know!  Then I said I should have married an Australian, it would be so much easier and the prize of living in Australia is better then his, 'poxy, little country.'  With that I looked up and saw a sign warning that the room was under survellience!  We didn't want to go into a huge panic and go into a Barbara Cartland style romance for the camera, we had to find a happy medium.  We opted to focus on the baby and play with her, a la family style!  By the time we got home and I got my car, I didn't get into the office until midday.  Then this girl, who's known for being a bit of a bitch came over and said we needed more xerox paper (the usual lady responsible this sort of thing was off sick).  I had to guess how to order more and root around for account information.  I emailed her when more paper had been ordered, but told her when it was delivered, I probably would have left, so she'd have to arrange for someone else to get it.  Then I got the rudest email back, demanding that I get the other paper from the other printer and put it in the cupboard.  No please, no nothing.  I responded by suggesting that she ask nicely.  She didn't.  So the paper was not moved when I left.  I mean seriously, how rude is that??  I would never demand that someone do something for me, or even dare be so rude.  I was fuming!  And I still am!  I shouldn't let things like that bother me, I mean, she does have a reputation but it amazes me how some people feel that they can talk to who they want, how they want.  Its been a funny old day like that actually.  On the way into work, I drove past a woman on the side of the road who was gesturing for help. Unfortunatly, my brain didn't engage until I'd passed her and it was on the worst road - really hard to turn around.  I knew I wouldn't forgive myself for driving past her, so I struggled and managed to get the car around and head back.  I apologised when I stopped for driving past her and she couldn't thank me enough, she had gotten lost and needed directions.  I helped and she told me she'd never forget that I went to the effort to turn around and go back.  Now, Steve and I have this theory, whenever we do a good deed, we always get schmited.  Seriously, something bad happens in return!!  We've been tracking this and its true!  Like in the last house we did a lot of good deeds, towing breakdowns, picking up backpackers, playing taxi service.  And we all know how that went!!  I had to drive back down the same road and go around a roundabout, as I did, some idiots pulled out and I nearly went straight into them, I had to drive ON the roundabout!! I was beeping and they just looked at me and carried on.  I was ON TOP of this bloody roundabout!!  I thought, yep, that's about typical! 

Ah, what doesn't kill us makes us stronger!