Friday, November 09, 2007


Back after a long journey, Raspberry Rabbit's new Canadian passport goes straight back into the mail for another adventure.........

The saga of the missing passport and the application for Further Leave to Remain in the UK continues.

It took a month - to the day - for the newly issued passport to travel by recorded delivery from the Canadian High Commission in London to my doorstep in Scotland. We've had a mail strike you see. Things have been stored in warehouses. The envelope arrived today (the 9th). I couldn't believe it. I'd already replaced the driver's license which was also in the envelope and ordered a new birth certificate from British Columbia. I was ready to apply for another passport. I looked at it several times, thumbed its pages, admired the fat and aging person depicted on the front page and wondered how I'd ever been young. Problem was - the passport was supposed to have been in Durham (thence to Croydon) last week in the company of an application to stay in this country a while longer.

I'd sent the application in on time but without the passport. I had found (surprisingly) a photocopy of the front page and the Residence Permit. I included that. I'd gotten a fax from London saying that the passport had indeed been issued. I included that. On Wednesday I did get a note from the immigration folks saying that they'd received the application and would I please not phone them to enquire about its progress. "We'll call you if anything is missing". The note had a reference number on it. I decided to risk a phone call anyway. The nice man named Dave at the enquiry line today said I could send it off to Croydon quoting the reference number and that it would be appended to my application. Which is what I did - special delivery - entrusting this document once again to the Royal Mail. Trusting that Dave hasn't led me astray. Every hopeful or maybe just desperate.

My parents are under strict instructions to stay well in the absence of my travel documents. I've a holiday booked with the daughter after Christmas which will require a passport. I'd even like to be admitted back into the UK at the end of the holiday. All is not yet completely sorted but it's looking better than it did a few weeks ago and your prayers and best wishes have been appreciated. One day I'll understand why things had to be this way.

3 comments:

BooCat said...

Where or where have you gone, O Raspberry one? Do you plan to blog again?

Padre Mickey said...

So, where are you, dude? Are you languishing in an Immigration Prison somewhere? It's hard to be extranjero, verdad?

Kimberly said...

I guess I haven't checked your blog for a while, but your passport traumas confirm all my worst fears.

I always opt for the expensive route of doing it in person. You make a blanket decision that peace of mind, and the ability to return to North America in an emergency at any time, is worth it. You make an appointment for you and your passport to go to the offices in Glasgow or Edinburgh, and then you close your eyes and don't even think about the money. It is part of the cost of choosing to be in Britain. (just one warning -- make sure you have absolutely all the documents they ask for. Forget one, and they take your money but deny your application. Every time I've been in, I've seen someone else turned down because they didn't have something with them.)

I hope by now (January) it is all sorted.