I woke up this morning and my first thought was "I'm bored!!". Not a good sign really.
I did the usual feeble attempt at some work and went to the the gym and watched hours of rubbish sky programmes on renovating, antiques and giving birth. Actually not rubbish at all - very informative in their own completely irrelevant ways.
I finally cracked and called my immigration consultant who assured me that the case officer at the Home Office now had everything they needed and that it should go on the "print run" in the morning. Whatever that means. Sounds quite efficient.
Have broken my tendancy to becoming a total recluse by arranging coffee with a friend tomorrow.