Green Card

I must apologise for my lack of anything to say this weekend (can anyone tell the difference?).

I'm a little brain dead (can anyone tell the... ah ha) - after Amsterdam.

Normal service will resume tomorrow, I think - though I have a hell of a lot to do with Stage 2 of the Canada Application.

Basically, I'm applying to sponsor my beloved as a Permanent Resident in Canada, and they want to know everything about us: the date we met, what we ate, favourite positions, inside leg measurements... with picturial evidence thrown in - which takes me back to the 1990 film, Green Card. Which is kind of romantic too (though we're not lying obviously and are already in love).

It's tiresome but things worth having are worth working hard for, non?

I keep thinking, I have hit a wall somehow and though I am absolutely loving being able to see the world, I can't picture where I will be this time next year. Here or Canada?

It's scary but exciting.

I've done Surburbia and we didn't get along, it's time to turn my face to the unknown...