Deaf studies is getting hard again. You wouldn't think that grammar could be so hard. Especially seeing as how you say nothing.
I was so glad to be rid of Brigitte. What a bitch. I hope that all the people she cans behind their backs find out the truth and she loses business and friends. Still her husband,

She had told Ron she couldn't afford to pay for The Cord to be printed; that she could afford to print a new magazine seems more than dis-honest.
Adver-tisers were pleased with the new look of The Cord (pre-vious issue) and were happy to move to Brig-itte's new maga-zine.
Ron decided not to continue with the Cord in its old format, so it no longer exists.

I kept my mouth shut until we got all the money that Brigitte owed us. Then Kristie and I made a visit to the shop, removed my books from her shelf and took back Kristie's tape deck that had supplied the shop with music for months.
We thanked Brigitte for the opportunities she had given us, explained that everything had become too confusing between us and made it clear that this was going to be the last time we came into the shop. We wished her good luck and future success and no doubt left her a little stunned.
We just couldn't trust her anymore.

After hours of tests I'm now on call with a temp agency as a clerical / receptionist / oddsbody. I'm already being called for casual work and the money sounds great!

Isn't this a brilliant photo? Riff, Bec, Rachel (Bec's sister), Jase & I all went cable hangliding a couple of weekends ago. Hence the brilliant photo. Harnessed into a hanglider, attached to an overhead cable you whiz down into a gulch, complete with skeletons and vipers. The best bit was being pulled up the cable backwards to the launch point. And I have to admit to spitting on the way back up, which was great 'cos it went so far.
It works on a hydraulic system you see. After hangliding, on the way back home we stopped at the Lake Side Leisure Park and Jase went for a ride on the very fun toboggan ride. Down the shiny slide he went going "WHIZZZZ" all the way home. We want to go back there again.
The trip back to Vic was good. Dad and Margaret's spare bed is so comfortable. It was a major highlight of the trip. Went to visit Mum & Nan in Heathcote. Actually we went for lunch. Chatted lots, I hadn't seen Nan for over a year so we had a lot to catch up on. Got to ride in Mum's lovely new car, and got told off heaps for playing with the electric windows and locks.

Mark, deserves some credit too. He is as big a pig as she is a bitch. Norm and Ray from the Theatre Royal were a bitter disappointment as well.
On a brighter note our friends, Riff & Bec, have happy news - Bec is pregnant. Poor thing is sick like a dog at the moment. Morning sickness, huh, try all day and night sick. Still I suppose she can take naked baby photos and embarrass the kid. I know I would. I got a bit clucky for maybe a day, then realised how crap pregnancy makes you feel and changed my mind. For now.

Secret agent 'Bluff' the Penguin recently contacted us: his mission to save the world from invasion was successful and he'll be back for fish on Thursday.