So our family register and associated vital docs required for applying for my visa took only a little over 48 hours to get from Tokyo to the Parcelforce depot 5.4 miles away from where I’m staying here in the North of England.
I would be pretty delighted by this, were it not for the fact that the documents are still sitting in the depot, as the driver was unable to find our house this morning despite the address being correct.
Thus, with the human phone lines now closed (and the voice recognition system doing a superb job of not recognising my voice), tomorrow I shall visit the depot at about 6am, and hopefully intercept the driver, or at least put him straight on where we live.
Well, it wouldn’t be a proper story without a last minute hiccup would it?
I’ve emailed the embassy to tell them I’ll be there at 2pm on Wednesday – fingers crossed they don’t choose to add to the drama.
Right, on with the lesson planning.
That’s the thing with living in new-build – it’s not on the map. Have provided driver with detailed instructions on getting here – fingers crossed!
“Well, it wouldn’t be a proper story without a last minute hiccup would it?”
It sure wouldn’t. This is almost like Finagle’s Law but then again:
“Never attribute to malice/fate that which can be adequately explained by stupidity.”
I am sure hope you’ll be able to get your docs by wed, but if not I those at the embassy will understand and make arrangements accordingly.
God be with you/Good luck,
Thanks Brian! (said Joseph as he tried to figure out if he was being referred to as ‘stupid’) 🙂
Nah, not you but the driver and the rather worrisome situation caused by forces beyond your control.
Besides, it far too dangerous for me to criticise someone I have too much in common with. I might end up passing Judgment on myself.
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