The ex is away in Dubai over the Easter weekend while my passport is being held almost indefinitely with the UKBA.
When I called their contact line to check what the heckings was taking so long, the automated voice on the phone tried every dubious tactic to get me off the phone, including giving me an option, allowing me to select that option, then telling me that the option no longer existed and the call would automatically be cut off.
Those devious bastards.
Half an hour later Nigerian man told me that my case was still being processed. When I asked him for how long, he said he couldn’t say. This is actually UKBA policy. You cannot contact them easily, and even if you do they will tell you nothing. You know this but you still have to try.
When I protested that not having my passport for 6 months was a very long time, he reassured me that it wasn’t 6 months yet. It was only 2 days short of being 6 months.
I hung up the phone. There was really very little I could get out of this call except the phone charges.
As usual, my sleeping pattern rapidly deteriorates while the ex is away. Got out of bed at 4:00 p.m. yesterday after sleeping at 3 a.m. A good start to a long weekend of doing very, very very little.
Spent 30 very cold minutes wandering around the Angel antique market hunting for additions to my growing brooch collection.
It’s a bit of pot luck, which is part of the fun of it. Sometimes there seems to be a wealth of interesting junk, at others nothing at all. I don’t think real jewellery could ever be as much fun to buy – You can’t rummage through piles and piles of rubbish for a single hidden gem which you will then shamelessly bargain for.
The last few weeks my wallet has been spared any sudden, nasty surprises. The dry streak couldn’t last forever however. Here are today’s takings.