My nerves...
...can't take this!
I got a message from Jessica last night. "Looks like Sophie's not coming to Barcelona."
"What? Why?"
"She's lost her passport."
A quick call to Sophie confirmed this. Sophie had gone to where she thought she'd left it and it wasn't there. She was frantically searching the house for it, without any luck.
The boat's floating into some very brown-looking water. Still, it isn't that bad. You don't really need a passport these days in Europe, do you? And even if you do, as an emergency you can queue up at the passport office and get a new one the same day.
I checked my guidebook. Spain is part of an agreement with the rest of the EU. You don't need a passport to enter, just photo ID. Unfortunately the UK isn't part of that agreement. British citizens still need to show a passport.
Yep, looks like we're definitely rowing up shit creek.
After a slightly sleepless night for all (Jessica tells me she kept waking up and shouting things like "BEHIND THE BACK OF THE TELLY"!) I came to work and emailed Sophie. No, the passport was still missing. She'd got the forms for a new one, and was filling them in. Feeling a bit helpless, I phoned the passport office.
"Yes, there was a fast track service, but you had to make an appointment, you can't just turn up these days. There aren't any available appointment slots until Monday."
We fly on Saturday.
"Oh, and because it's a lost passport and not a new one, you have to wait one week for it to clear. You'd get the passport on Monday week."
Four days before we're due to come back. Ooops, just dropped the paddle.
Sophie, understandably, wasn't able to concentrate on work and got sent home by a concerned boss with orders to search for the passport.
It turned up. In a Hoover box in the spare room, apparently. Panic over.
I think Jessica summed up the relief of us all when she wrote:
"I need to go to the toilet now!"
I got a message from Jessica last night. "Looks like Sophie's not coming to Barcelona."
"What? Why?"
"She's lost her passport."
A quick call to Sophie confirmed this. Sophie had gone to where she thought she'd left it and it wasn't there. She was frantically searching the house for it, without any luck.
The boat's floating into some very brown-looking water. Still, it isn't that bad. You don't really need a passport these days in Europe, do you? And even if you do, as an emergency you can queue up at the passport office and get a new one the same day.
I checked my guidebook. Spain is part of an agreement with the rest of the EU. You don't need a passport to enter, just photo ID. Unfortunately the UK isn't part of that agreement. British citizens still need to show a passport.
Yep, looks like we're definitely rowing up shit creek.
After a slightly sleepless night for all (Jessica tells me she kept waking up and shouting things like "BEHIND THE BACK OF THE TELLY"!) I came to work and emailed Sophie. No, the passport was still missing. She'd got the forms for a new one, and was filling them in. Feeling a bit helpless, I phoned the passport office.
"Yes, there was a fast track service, but you had to make an appointment, you can't just turn up these days. There aren't any available appointment slots until Monday."
We fly on Saturday.
"Oh, and because it's a lost passport and not a new one, you have to wait one week for it to clear. You'd get the passport on Monday week."
Four days before we're due to come back. Ooops, just dropped the paddle.
Sophie, understandably, wasn't able to concentrate on work and got sent home by a concerned boss with orders to search for the passport.
It turned up. In a Hoover box in the spare room, apparently. Panic over.
I think Jessica summed up the relief of us all when she wrote:
"I need to go to the toilet now!"
Well duh - that's always the first place you should look
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