Oh no… Kev didn’t get the job

Dear Diary,

Drats, damn and double bugger. Turns out I didn’t get the gardening job. They said I didn’t have the necessary koalafications, but I guess I can’t be too surprised. I was up against a wombat for Pete’s sake. That guy was born to be a gardener. At least I got a consolation prize… a wonderful little bonus from our mates at Fair Go.