Circle

Mikls Granny, Jean, died this week. She was 93, and a wonderful woman. Mikl doesn't have a big family, and he rang her every week. She lived in Bundaburg, up North, and although blind, lived alone and was very quick witted. She just collapsed and died. Mikl is at the funeral today, I stayed in Sydney. He has somework near there too, so he's doing that tomorrow and won't be back until Wednesday.

I learned also today that a good friend of ours lost his brother in a plane crash. I want the time to pass quickly for him, but I also want him to have a proper opportunity to say goodbye. I know that his family will support each other while this happens.

First week at work

So I started at my new job this week. All is going well, the job willbe great, eventually, but right now I am swamped in setting up allmy computing things and creating an account. One word of warning - I no longer have access to extended roaming on the internet, including for blogging due to the crazy security. This also means that I can't really do my banking online from work or any other such things. What a bummer!

Anyway, we are trying to buy a house and have opened an account to link into our loan account blah blah blah but its all very annoying when I can't access stuff from work,only from my crappy home dial up connection. Yikes!

In other news, Sydney has a cockroach problem, fo rthose of you from the US of A who weren't aware of our little crawly/ HUGE FLYING creepy problems. Mikl and I have really cleared and cleaned our kitched, except for one cupboard that i hadn't opened for a while, until last night. Oh My God. It was so grose, I started screaming at the open cupboard containg the nest complete with eggs spilling out onto the floor like a crazy woman until Mikl dragged me out of there.

Can anyone tell me what the following dream means:
Last night I dreamt that I was in a toilet cubicle, and in the small waste bin on the ground I pulled out a piece of cardboard in which wascarefully hidden a VHS tape. Then I was standing on the toilet seat holding the tape hostage from the BAD MAN who was outside the cubicle with a gun, explaining that he really needed the tape. I remembered that a girl had been molested at the toilet block a week or so ago and I knew the tape contained evidence toput the BAD MAN away. So there I was, refusing to give the man with the gun the tape. Eventually my brain found a way to invent a way for me to escape, but it really sucked for quite a while in my head. What the!???

I feel really messy at the moment as my life is disorganised again, and the latest bunch of data I have is not as nice as it could be, but I think I have found a way to publish it, although I kind of am keen to start new experiments now (ones that can be associated with my new place of work), but I guess thats just a hang up from worrying about my next job.