Ok the newest set of drama in my life...are you ready for this shit???!!! So I went to the airport to meet The Critter's flight but I did not see him. I thought in the back of my head that he pulled a MIA stunt like I did on my flight. So I waited, paged overhead and waited. While at the information desk for the second time I happended to overhear a handsome looking black man say The Critter's name. Come to find out he works for immigration and is holding The Critter for questioning regarding some statements he made about his financial status (broke) and his employment (he claimed that he planned to work without a work permit). So I waited at the airport for about 4 hours and the same lovely looking man came back out to tell me that they may keep him for a week and possibly deport him. Shite!! Frick!!! and Shite again!!! I made it back to Becky's house three hours later from the airport and received a message that immigration had called. Well, they have determined that the only way that The Critter can stay in the UK and not be deported is if I can provide proof of my job. So as I type they are calling my job. So I wait....
