The Mothership sent a text re the last entry:
Has Tesco ever offered you such a story? I think not!
She’s right you know. I struggle for material without her around. All that travelling abroad and wedding palaver were just desperate, elaborate stunts to get new stories!
I actually have a stinking huge backlog of things to tell you, but right now I am busy writing Very Terse Letters to the Home Office. I feel like a non-citizen right now. My Working Holiday visa has expired, the Home Office has my passport and all I can do is wait around til the Government decides if our lurve is for real or if I'm just Mrs Fraudy McFraud scheming to stay in Scotland because the weather is just that fabulous!
I got a letter yesterday asking me to "please explain the highlighted deposits in [my] bank account". I'd be quite happy to explain the highlighted deposits to you Home Office buffoons, except you did not highlight any deposits! You did not enclose my bank statements with your letter! I poked and prodded every corner of that bloody envelope, I put it under a microscope then through an x-ray machine then held it up to the light in case you wrote it in lemon juice but there was nothing! NOTHING!
So now I have to write to you then after another freaking month or two perhapsd you'll write back to me then I'll write back to you then you'll write back to me and we'll play bureaucratic ping pong til I give up and run screaming back to Australia. Except I can't do that because you've got my bloody passport.