beyond bored and fed up, now resigned

oh my word, why is it so hard to get a new job? Mr Smat is apparently over qualified and over experienced for the particular jobs he's been in discussions about. So it would seem I'm not about to to be moving to Australia. Which is probably just as well, as I don't do sun. Or heat. Or suncream. (have been busy painting though, in case we need to put the house up for sale)
In other news, Very Clever Eldest Baby Smat managed two weeks at York University talking about class, the Suffragette movement, and who was the sexiest Residential Assistant. Plus getting to grips with quantum physics ("it's like Maths but with no zero, it has to be one thing or the other") and current British politics with two future Prime Ministers (one's called Axel - you heard it here first).
So all guesses were wrong, Mr Smat and I are not the Gordon Browns, although Mr S was rather amused, as being a tax adviser, he is one of the few groups of people who actually benefited from GB's reign as Treasurer. More complex taxes = more wine for Smat. Result.