Today is a GOOD day

So today is a good day. And why? well this morning we took delivery of a sofa. I now no longer have to sit on the floor. The simple pleasures in life are amazing - I am sitting on a sofa watching telly. It's great. I am enjoying my view, although I don't think I'll have it much longer as there are a shedload of diggers in the site over the road, and I have a feeling there will be a new 50 story apartment block there before very long. They don't hang about over here - when Stu gets up at 6 am they are already in the diggers digging away, and they only stop when it gets dark, so I don't think that we'll even have the luxury of watching it go up slowly and not impeding our little patch of sky before too long. Reckon we might open the curtain one morning to find it built, and folk moved in.

Also today I have got a job. It is for that company who turned me down, then invited me for interviews etc. Apparently they were very impressed with my homework, and as of Monday I will be an analytics consultant. I'm not quite sure what that means, so I'll have to update you on that another day. I am quite excited about it, as they seem a good bunch, have a casual clothing policy and the work seems interesting. However I also have not worked for nearly 3 months, so I think it's going to be a bit of a shock to the system.

However, every silver lining has a cloud. It turns out that our stuff is still in England, as Pickfords just haven't quite got round to sending it yet. So another god only knows how long til we get it over here. Also we have somehow managed to puncture the airbed (that sounds really dodgy, but I don't think it is) so every night we pump it up and go to bed, and every morning we wake up lying on the floor. Not quite sure what we're going to do about it - we're only in a one bedder so we can't buy an interim bed til ours gets here, and our budget doesn't really stretch to it anyway. Hey ho.

In other important news, I have changed campaign of the week (more like campaign of the arbitrary amount of time til I decide to change it). I recently saw some footage of professional kangaroo hunters over here. Picture the scene - a kangaroo is shot and wounded. The hunters pull the joey out of her pouch and stamp on its head. As she struggles to get up, they cut holes in her legs and hang her upside down next to a few other corpses on the back of her truck. They drive away with her still alive, and you can hear the wounded but not dead joey crying in the background. This is so they can make pet food, and Adidas can make football boots and footballs. If like me you think this is a bonkers way to treat any animal, let alone one which is your national emblem and graces your national airline and government sponsored tourism adverts, please visit campaign of the week for suggestions as to who to write to to protest.