[Dawn]

28th Aug
Gaz and I went for our medicals today. We weren't worried, us both being pretty fit and all that. It's just a means to an end int it? Turned out the Dr I saw was from Sheffield and the phleghbotomist (sp?) rom Lytham St Anns! Both northerners whom I spent a great deal of precious medical time having a good old chin wag with. They were both vair vair friendly and said that I could give them a call anytime to meet up for a chat about ote so that was grand. All straight forward, so now we just have to wait for the results so that we can get these bleeding permit applications in!! So bloody bloody bloody frustrating. The kids have their medicals tomoz.

I emailed the theatre the other day coz I need to get back in there doing somat even if it's just as a volunteer. I told them abit about myself and what I've done and they rang me up and offered me a job! They said that they would be advertising for a Theatre School Principal early next year and if t was alright with me they would forward my details to the board because they think I would be perfect!! I said 'Make it so' and she said 'Alrate youth!'

29th Aug
Rushed to the laptop this morning to have a glegg at the Immi page about whether we'd been selected from the pool. No update. No update? Do they not realise that I have only two fingers left now that aren't chewed to the knuckle? How can I play my guitar in this fingerless state? They are responsible for the demise of my ukelele playing career and they should be ashamed of themselves. I think they do it because they are bleak wage slaves who have no musical ability and they make themselves feel better about their non-possession of talent by shattering other hopefuls dreams and aspirations. OK so maybe they just have a lot on. I have of course considered this but choose to believe the other because it's more dramatic and I like drama in my otherwise empty llife.

The no update status remained the same all day! Bloody bloody hell!! Shall I ring them up? No, I sha'nt ring them because that would make me appear desparate and I bet they get sick of desparate peeps ringing up on selection day going, 'Pick me, pick me'. WG says I should ring them because she knows how desperate I am but I am resisting the urge to let my fingers do the walking.

Rang them up and was on hold for so long I gave up. I bet they just don't answer the phones on selection day. I bet they just put them all on to an epic length tape of Crowded House in the hope that at least 50% of hopeful callers will have bashed their brains out against the wall in boredom and frustration by the end of the day. That way they don't have so many applications to trawl through. Ummmm good plan! They can't get rid of me that easily though, I am made of sterner stuff than that. Something like Fray Bentos pie if you look in my head and you know how that sticks if you throw it at the wall. (Does that make any sense at all?)