Sod the world

Urgh. I rue the day that TAB and I discovered that we like port. Hungover doesn't even begin to describe it. I'm supposed to be packing. TAB's at a meeting for another 20 minutes then he's dashing back here to take me to the airport, isn't he a darling? I don't want to pack though. I've changed my mind since the last blog, sod the world, I want to stay here! I want to hide from the nasty immigration people under the duvet until they give up and let me stay anyway. TAB last night realised that the 3 months fruit picking I have to do doesn't include my trip to Bali to see mum so I'll be gone for at least 4 months which upset him a little. I told him that I could, if he wanted, cancel my flight and stay here until March at which point I would have to leave the country permanently. I then had to spend a rather upsetting 15 minutes explaining why this was not going to happen and that the best plan is the one I'm currently working on. I wish it could though, I want to hide my backpack and forget that I'm not an Aussie and just stay here. The temptation is overwhelming. I really had better check I've got everything :(