I'm not fond of paperwork at the best of times. It really doesn't help that I've recently had to renew my British passport and help a friend with paperwork over the car she sold years ago. I really wasn't in the mood for more.
Doing it against the clock sends my blood pressure through the roof. The earliest I could collect the forms was 9am, and they had to be handed in by 1 pm. 4 hours.
Doing it against the clock sends my blood pressure through the roof. The earliest I could collect the forms was 9am, and they had to be handed in by 1 pm. 4 hours.
At least I could get his photos passport-type done in advance. Last night we dashed into town to get them just before I dashed off to Los Llanos for some completely unrelated paperwork.
This morning I ran around like a mad thing, and got the bits together: blank forms collected from the school; small amount of money transferred to the school account with receipt to prove it; photos with his name on the back; formal authorization; application to borrow text books; his promise to study (ha!); application for school bus, photocopies of his ID card, my ID card, my husband's ID card and his health service card; authorization to send me an SMS if he doesn't turn up at school; certificate to say that I've sacrificed a black goat under the full moon, signed by the head of the observatory in his own blood...
OK, so I made the last one up, but all the rest were real.
Now that I've got it sorted, I've relieved and tired out.
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