A few weeks ago to my joy and old friend offered me a lifeline, I could go and stay with them and sort out my residency from their place. Just one caveat they had to come to the UK first for several things. Getting here was touch and go as all the countries involved in his journey were technically in lockdown, so he had to have special permission to get here. Then he had to quarantine, and now he cannot do many of the urgent things he had to do whilst here as the country is still in lockdown. However, I was still hopeful that I could get a flight mid December and still be in with a chance. Except that he has now told me his passport is not up to date and he does not expect to get the new passport back till just before Christmas by which time all official offices will be shut.
Very blue.
I felt rather guilty pressing my friends abroad to see if any of them could help me. After all does it really matter, yes I am totally bereft, but I should have worked out how to sort it and somehow the time has passed and I am still here. The block that I have not been able to move is still down. Now I am trying to think again. I could rush off to France again, but then what as I could not get the information I needed to help me actually work out how to do the paperwork.
Outside it is misty and moody and melancholy and of course out there there is also a killer and that does not help, but the cavalry is supposed to be just over the hill as there are now three vaccines in the offing. However, the Brexit cavalry seems to be just a chimera, right now cannot think what else to do.
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