Red Tape

Today I finally navigated the nightmare of applying for visa's on line. While I am sure the whole world can find the easily identifiable links on the UK and USA sites, I was not among them. In despiration I rang (at $9 and $11 a pop respectively) the specially trained helpers, (specially trained to cope with my snide remarks) and then after plodding through the automated forms, getting half way through and having to find documents that I wasn't warned I would need, I eventually (breathe, relax) managed to make the appointments.

The light of my life, wisely escaped for a nap because he knew that I was at raging, biting, snarling point and would have easily found a way to wipe his nose in any percieved indescretion on his part. (could this be because I havent had my medication for three days?) He even coped with our trip to the British High Commission where my neat hand written application was REJECTED because THEY (do I have a problem with authority wielding power over me?) failed to inform me (personally) that they CHANGED the RULE in DECEMBER when I first filled in the bloody form and NOW I HAVE TO DO IT ONLINE. AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!! Anyway we now have an appointment in Sydney for the Yanks on 25 Feb and one in Canberra for the Poms on 29 Feb. If all goes well we will be off before the end of March.