Sick, in bed with a sore throat and bored, bored, bored. Panadol having no effect on the pain either, so may have to haul out the heavy duty stuff. For those of you that remeber the blog entry where I was on Panadine Forte don't worry, it won't happen again - shall put laptop away.

Hubby is accusing me of having a hangover, but I don't, I promise. Only had one margarita last night and though I don't drink much it would take more than a shot of tequila to knock me over like this. Its got more to do with a late night and maybe going out, in public, with no children, and having to make adult conversation for an evening. Exhausting!

We were off celebrating Hubby's permanent residency being approved. Yes, he's been on a business visa for about the last nine years, but now, finally we've got the green light. Its good, although threatening to dob him in to immigration every time he's annoying is now a threat of the past. He's keen to go the next step and become an Aussie citizen, but I've told him he has to attend the swearing in ceremony in a Wallabies Rugby top otherwise they'll take away his certificate. He's not sure about that at all.