It makes me as mad as a snake –
Officials are so on the take
That, of Commonwealth countries, it only is we
Who are needing a visa Great Britain to see,
Where we used to go unconditionally!
The forms are a pain to fill in,
And all just because of the sin
Of those dishing out passports and similar stuff
To Bin Laden himself, if he’d just paid enough!
As, on such corruption, no one would get tough,
We now this reality face:
We’re viewed as a criminal race!
A good portion of yesterday was occupied in filling in visa applications for an impending invasion on our Elder Daughter and her fam damily, and in answering numerous questions. Very many of these had several possible answers but you were only given a choice of two. I suppose one has to take the option closest to the truth?
Then we took our Toyota submarine to attend the appointment where they take in all the documents, and where they suck your soul out through your fingers and through a glass circle on the wall. They then keep it as security, even after you return. They call this ‘Collection of Biometric Data’.
Young R was given a jigsaw puzzle track and a wind-up car after ballet today. I fiddled for a while and couldn’t make head or tail of it. A few minutes later she called me proudly ‘I’ve finished it; come and see, come and see!’ She had, too. Perfectly. Now I’m wondering if she’s particularly clever, or I’m particularly dim?
With Durban as cold and wet as it is, I shudder to think how it feels inland! Here is a picture of Sister-in-Law’s pool which, like ours, has been treated to a free automatic top-up.
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