Why the hold up?
The Missus, being the only member of our merry-3-man-band without a UK passport, requires a visa to return to the UK. We left it late but the process was almost single handily responsible for us booking the flights less than a week before we fly -- not to mention my nails are a little shorter than usual.
To explain why I feel like we pulled off a major coup in getting a visa, despite the fact our trip is 100% legit, here is an example.
I met the wonderful Missus whilst she was studying in the UK.
In order of action her processes were: arranging university course, booking halls and, last of all, applying for visa. With all the studying arrangements confirmed, getting a visa would be a doddle, right?
The visa was rejected in one day (back when the process was a day rather than this "up to a month" malarkey we have now) yet when she reapplied, as a family friend in the immigration service advised, using the same docs it was approved.
Right, ok...any logic there?
Well, bizarrely yes there is. A visa application boils down to the person who is processing it.
How do they feel?
Are they having a good day?
Is your name too long?
Did they have an argument with the other half over breakfast this morning?
Office vending machine run out of Kit-Kats?
Wrong type of leaves on the tracks delay their train and get them a bollocking for being late to work?
You'd better hope the answers to these questions, and more, is no or you could have a problem... and an accompanying rejection stamp.
Absurd? Yes, but I can vouch for the authenticity of this astonishing dynamic, I've seen with my own eyes. The braincells left discarded in the Home Office from my post-uni stint data-entering are my proof.
I digress, back to the trip... we fly off in the early hours of Saturday morning, not returning for more than two weeks. During that period expect my updates to be less regular than usual.
La gone na, Thailand, catch you later.