Rob walks into the bedroom today after getting up and checking the mail. He has a big envelope marked special delivery in his hand. It’s document size and recogniseable to both of us Americans. My visa application. I tell him to sit down with me while I open it. I tear it open and pull out the documents. A lengthy letter explaining that just days before I posted in my application they increased the fees. My application was therefore invalid.
Fortunately they will refund my heap o cash and sent a new application. So today I will hastily fill out the new app and keep checking my balance for the money’s return. Then reapply. And wait yet again.
Such a let down.