Amanda moved out today (she's moving into Ed and Danny's for the remaining 3 weeks she will spend in Melbourne) and Zac returned from Perth to find he had been kicked out of his room since his rent transfer hadn't worked and his phone broke so couldn't contact or be contacted. This meant we now have two large suitcases of his stuff and a didgeridoo in our room whilst he finds a house.

During the day I watched an American TV series with French subtitles which I found a really good way of learning French. I wanted to start saying 'pour l'amour de dieu' but realised I'm not angry enough to use it regularly.

The exciting thing that happened at work in the evening is that when I took out a lady's plate of food she told me the customer I was currently serving was Nick Cave. I was a bit doubtful but because it was a takeaway I asked for his name, and he said Nick, and I later confirmed it was him by Googling what he looked like. I sent Mum and Dad a text and apparently Dad was well jel.