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Starting to feel a little frustrated now!

I just can't believe how incredibly difficult it is to persuade anyone to rent us a flat! You would NOT believe the amount of stuff I have had to produce for the people in the flats that we really want to live in - marriage and birth certificates, bank cards, even a letter from the people who run the serviced apartments that we're staying in saying that we're staying here. It is RIDICULOUS. Last night they decided that we had to both produce 2 personal referees each who are based in Australia. We've not even been here 2 weeks yet! So I've had to call on the services of a poor chap who I shared a hostel room with for 2 weeks 6 years ago to be one of my referees - god bless him he's doing it, but how stupid is that? I did look over my journal from when I was here backpacking the other day and it notes the day that I met him - apparently I jumped off the top bunk (he had the bottom bunk) and the landing caused me to do a fart in his face. I hope he does not mention that when questioned.

Slightly worried that we are going to end up homeless a week on Friday when our time here finishes.

On a brighter note - the bag that we had to ship off separately at Gatwick airport has now arrived, which I am VERY pleased about as I was getting totally sick of my clothes. Only problem is I don't know where the padlock keys are.

On another bright note - yesterday Stu found out that he has his first proper assignment as a consultant type person! He is very clever - it was his first interview that he had been sent out on, with SMS' biggest client, not even been in the company a full week yet and he got the job. I am very proud of him. He went off this morning looking very smart, I will let you know how he gets on.

Well best go and make my daily visit to these apartments to comply with their info requests. I might chuck a right down Walking Over Hot Coals Street, then shortcut through Crawling Over Broken Glass Avenue.