A familiar face at breakfast this morning. Yes, Rosa is back in town and must have arrived late last night. And today is her second attempt at securing a visa for England. She was mega-stressed at breakfast but certainly looked the part as she left the flat.
Had an instantly forgetable morning (but with more success at the bank) and a rubbish lunch by myself in a restaurant called "the coffee tree". It is part-owned by the same people who own Finn McCool's. ie overpriced and overrated. (you can't be done for libel on a blog, can you?)
Went to football for 2.30. ANOTHER BLOODY NO SHOW BY THE TRAINERS! Still there was another wicked storm to take photos of. The football is quite honestly a waste of time. Had so much hope before the trip but it is poorly organised and the "poor kids" have better sports equipment than Solihull School and I feel embarrassed turning up in my moth-eaten trainers whil ethey have brand new boots, shirts etc.
Went to Papayanet to check emails and had 2 very strong Cuba-libres on happy hour. Didn't affect my Scrabbulous prowess as I managed another 8 letter (89 pointer) vs Mamá.
The return to the flat wasn't great. Rosa didn't get the visa and spent the first 30 mins blubbling on my shoulder. This time it was due to lack of funds from her brother in the USA and they needed more info re the school in England - despite the fact I printed off all the info I could find for her 2 weeks ago. She is now appealing to Immigration in the UK.
Didn't make it to the quiz night, didn't feel right leaving Rosa in the flat and I couldn't take her with me as she STILL doesn't know ANY english. Talked until about 11 and then turned in for the night.
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