Yesterday was moving day. I wont bore you with the details, but it was hard work, I realised that when I rang OH at work to tell him, and he said "well done" on moving everything, I realised that I've done 95% on my own, just me and the fat Galaxy (good for something then). I got "the" phone call from the solictor about 11am and thankfully I was surprisingly unemotional. It might however have something to do with the fact that on Thursday evening I had had a real sob (there was snot bubbles and everything), I will really miss our home, and it was a home, not just a house.

On Thursay I got offered a job ! Yes - I kid you not! I wasnt even looking - but I've been recommended as a self-employed person who will basically do anything for money! (insert appropriate joke here). So next week I start - and I can do what hours I like and basically come and go as I please! They've even given me keys and alarm codes etc so I can let myself in! (Surprising trusting of them really)!

The dongle is working - but its getting some getting used to ... its just so slow!  Its giving me opportunity to faff around with things in between pages loading.

I am so so happy that us "Junies" are still getting visa's (Yes Shar - I'm talking about you)! and selfishly I'm finding comfort in the fact that I'm not the only one left waiting.

I've emailed HOC and DIAC; HOC are still looking (they must all have "Dongle" typre reading - the additional information is only one page long, and DIAC said very politely that they are waiting for HOC!

Sigh - I've run out of energy to be frustrated, annoyed, sad or anything else at the moment. It's been one Hell of a week ..... and I'm "spent". 

Anyway - welcome to the Shoebox, "Old Man Sofa" still a bit stinky, no hot water, (sorted now) looking on to the back of Indian and Chinese take-away (and no - we wont be eating from them!), leaking washing machine, and no room to park the fat fuel guzzling Galaxy - but hey - we are a little nearer our dream, and this makes me happy.