29th July 2019
I couldn’t sleep, I checked the Homeland security website again, and called the number for assistance.
That was a waste of bloody time, the person on the phone couldn’t tell me why my status changed, all she suggested that I apply for a visa at the American Embassy in London.
The next hour or two was spent filling out an on line form. At the end of it I had to attach a recent photo, which I didn’t have.
I drove to Trowbridge and found a place that processed visa photographs. A quick flash and it was done, a picture, devoid of positive emotion. The eyes spoke of really being pissed off and wanting rip someone’s head off.
I rushed home, attached the photo to the application, and submitted it. Now I have to wait.
On a lighter note, Damian drove up to pick up my old Toyota MR2 that I had given to my younger son Ryan when I had the Jag. He plans to feature it on his YouTube channel.
The poor vehicle had been parked at the front of Ryan’s house covered in a tarpaulin for six years. I was not hopeful that the car would start even with a new battery.
Damian got in, switched on the ignition and tried to turn the motor over.
To my surprise, and Damian’s excitement the engine fired up immediately, and sounded really smooth. There is testimony to good Japanese engineering.
Another Lifetime to go 