Dear all you lovely people who are interested in our little hum drum lives,
Ok, firstly, don't expect anything from this email, that way, you won't be disappointed.
Secondly, to our families, I finally managed to secure a job which pays very well. So, breathe a sigh of relief that we won't be calling any of you for a loan. I will be teaching kindergarten kids (the last thing that both you and I expected, trust me.) But, it will do for now until I find a good drama job teaching older kids.
Thirdly, Jacqui seems to be enjoying here job a bit more, so, chances are she won't be quitting any time soon either. But, parentals, don't expect grandchildren until you are all 90.
Anyways, jacs has kindly taken some pictures of our new home for you all to oogle at. Liz, give us some time... don't judge us yet ok? :) ha ha
We feel really stoked about the whole setup. The place came fully furnished... and I mean everything. Pots, pans, bedding, beds, tv, sofa, washing machine (admittedly all the buttons are written in Chinese, but, hey? You can't get everything, right?)
But, enough about us... like a good friend of mine said recently, and I quote... "Everyone has attempted to inform me that the onus of keeping in contact lies with the person who occupies the 'abroad' status. Well I say balls to that."
I couldn't have said it better.
So, send us all of YOUR hum drum news, we would really like to hear from you. For real.
Oh, and can someone please inform GRANT OLIVER that he needs to stop being such a fat head and reply to my messages... :) Just because I'm gone doesn't give him the right to disown me... I won't be treated like some piece of meat... cheap meat... cheap and nasty meat...
Oh, and forward that aforementioned message on to Jimmy and Michelle Duguid... except the fat head part... that's just not true.
Finally, to all of you beautiful people who are getting married soon, we wish we could be there... I mean, if you wanted to sponsor us a return ticket to attend your reception because your dance floor would feel demoralised and ugly without our hot moves gracing its surface, then, we might be open to that. I mean, it's like giving out alms... you won't go to hell because you didn't, but, it sure looks better if you do...
And remember, it's your day, so do whatever you want... except make long speeches... please... for the children.
Finally Finally... we have stolen someone's wireless internet in our apartment so we are hooked up to skype now... if anyone wants to add us, drop us a line...
Cool, if I've managed to offend anyone once or repeatedly by now, just remember... Jacqui read through it and was supposed to edit it... so, blame her.
And Nicola Hattin (this to be said in a patronising way), please don't make the subject of your messages to us about how badly I've spelled something... it's just not cricket... remember, I'm teaching children English, so, you can't argue with me... I'm sort of an authority on and an ambassador for the language now... :) love you nooms
Ok, for real this time, totsiens almal, ons sal julle later sien...
Cheers...
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