Happy talking.

Last night was the first time ever we have been able to have a proper conversation with Charlotte about her day. It has taken many many many many years to get her to this point. Not sure what changed but last night she told us all about her day. which consisted of, and I am glad to hear, lots of school word. seems her day went like this.

writing
reading a book….. about a guinea pig
Snack …. very important
Play outside on swings
Maths
Lunch … again very important where we think she had something with cheeese.
Play
Kitchen (home ecconics I guess) where she made toast which I imagine she aced as she has been doing for several years at ours.

In fact at my Mums she has always waited for them to sort her out but she got bored last time we were up and sorted herself out. including letting the master of the house (the cat) out.

FINALLY

Mrs H will not be deported. What a load of my very fragile mind.

There's a hole in my bucket

Do you ever feel like the hole in the money pot seems to be bigger than normal. I should be rather happy as in the next month or so the mortagage rate we are on goes down, which seems like a bit of extra cash at the end of the day. However looking forward it is already blown and starting to think a small part time job might be needed.

limbobo

Must thank Chad this morning for prompting for an update to the "Visa" situation. In all honest I spent most of last night arguing in a court of law about it… in my head.

So the update is that we are in limbo. Just waiting now to find if it has been approved or not. I am still very unsure as to the result. On the one hand the money has been taken from the account. So we are off to a better start. On the other hand though we are applying in full with what is technically an invalid current visa.

There is so much at stake right now. If the application fails again. Mari will lose her job (FACT). She will then be in a position to be deported. What we need to do after that is decide our next course of action. Do we fight on appeal? Do we accept and re-apply in Venezuela? Either way it is going to mean some very tough choices and of course more expense.

Teenagers

Thirteen years ago today an event happened that has shaped and changed my life totally. It taught me who I was and the type of person I could be. It was day of mixed emotions and that started a rollercoaster ride. A day of deep joy, sadness but ultimately deep joy. Today I get to celebrate this event surrounded by the people I love and who love me and her deeply.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHARLOTTE NEVE

Visa debarcle continues

Well starting to face the what seems like the enivtable fact that Mari might be deported. Just got that feeling in my bones and the fact that in some other cases the home office have been pretty strict. It all really stems from some duff information we were given when we called to ask what we need to do after the first rejection failed. We were told to re-apply in full. However what the dumb bint on the phone failed to mention was that we needed to reference the old application with the new one. Otherwise it would be treated as a completely new application. Now since Mari's visa has expired this is likely to fail.

We are now trying to contact Uk border agency to link the two applications but as you can imagine that is proving difficult. Have fired of email to an address but you never know if it is the right address. This is being followed up by a letter.

We could all really do with out the stress especially Mari.

You orrible little man

A little over nineteen years ago. I subled wide eyed and fresh of a bus at RAF Swinderby. This would be the beginning of a new life for me and one that shaped many aspects of my life. Yep nineteen years seems so long ago and yet so fresh as the fist days of my RAF career started.

For me this was the first time away from home. The first time I would stand on my own two feet. I remember thinking I had a get of jail card if I didn't like it. As an Air traffic assistant you need perfect hearing. My plan was if I really hated I would fake the test and fail it those releasing me at no cost to myself. It never really happened as the training was not as hard as I expected. I was brought up with the threat of national service in South Africa and the horror stories. So the odd bit of shouting and marching wasn't really that bad. Although others had to learn a few lessons like keeping your head down and not drawing attention to yourself. You are never going to win and argument with the drill instructors so don't bother. "Yes Corporal", "No Corporal" and" Sorry Corporal" are all you need to know.

This also means that it has been ten years since I offically left, and how my life has changed.