Saturday morning – through the curtains sunlight seeped it. There were all the promises of a sunny and bright day. Hubby and I held hands and walked down the stairs to the kitchen. And there on the floor was a large package - for once the postman got to the house before noon!
DH – Oh wow...what a big package.
C – Where is it from?
DH – I don’t remember buying anything from Amazon
DH – Oh this is from the Home Office. Must be for you.
C – (By this time having grabbed the package from DH) Sh*@, Sh*@, Sh*@
DH – What!!!!!!
C – They have returned my permanent residency papers.
Reason – I have to send in my application on a different set of forms.
The Irony – On 18th August I diligently filled in my Permanent Residency form and posted it by evening. And precisely on that very date, the UK Home Office uploaded their new PR application forms.
I can do without bright mornings that start on a wrong note.
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