I was woken up this morning by my Mum tidying up downstairs. Specifically it was the sound of the front door opening, and my Mum yelping “No! In!” repeatedly to the kitten, Milo who we are babysitting for Eddie and Kirsty. I had gone downstairs to see what the fuss was and then headed back up to bed. Then the door went again. It was a lady. A courier. She had a package for me. I signed for it, immediately knowing exactly what it was.
My passport and supporting documentation has been returned, complete with my temporary Immigrant Visa.
I’m going to America.
June 22nd, 2007 at 1:06 pm
# There are nooo cats in America!
June 23rd, 2007 at 11:54 am
Lots of mice, though. The streets are paved with cheese.
Teeming with vermin, it is.
June 24th, 2007 at 2:07 pm
Your going to AMERICA? Since when? I had no idea!
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