Zen-like calm has descended. 🙂
I think it’s gone AWOL while schlepping to Croydon to pick up a parcel, some weeks back. Although I am struggling to imagine myself as a passport lying in the gutter in Croydon I’m getting some quite powerful Croydon-ish passport vibes.
The woman suggested she might have put it in her underwear drawer, but she was dead wrong.
Nevermind. Re-booked flights, re-booked accomodation, Is till ahve it all to look forward to and I’ll have a new passport by the time I actually get to go…
Cheers all!