Luton

I had my passport interview on Wednesday. Did it take place in Oxford or London? Of course not. I had to drive to Luton. Getting to the outskirts was no problem. Driving inside the town was a nightmare. I had given myself plenty of time and I needed it to find the car park and from there to find the building. The purpose of the interview is to make sure you are who you say you are. I was expecting questions about my parents and I had carefully memorized their dates. She also wanted to know where I did my shopping and what kind of house I live in. I told her Waitrose was my corner shop and I live in an 18th century stone cottage. That shut her up. The only thing I might have got wrong is my signature. I have been practicing the new one but I couldn't remember exactly how I wrote it on the application form. I should hear pretty soon whether I passed. At least I now have my Canadian passport back so I can travel on a whim if I want to.