These are my neighbours on the right side of the house. They have disappeared again, sort of like Timbobig's bike that lives across the road from him.
My new passport arrived this morning, delivered by a very cheery man driving a van the same size as a moving van. I cannot see why Britain chooses to charge one hundred and fifty eight pounds for such a document. The very least they could have done would be to photoshop ten years off my photo. Filling in the back page I realise with horror that I have no family in Britain anymore.
And Ryan air just bit themselves in the face. They are turning the adventure of travel into an administrative horror. They probably will start charging you for actually having the cheek to get on a plane at all...which I won't be doing from now on. Goodbye Ryanair/Unfayreair, I will not miss you.