OK, so the child bride and I are set to make our second attempt at getting our passports stamped properly. For those of you just tuning in, Rachel and I have discovered that, in a country where politicians seem to argue nonstop about immigration-related issues, it is surprisingly difficult to find someone who can perform the oh-so-difficult task of putting a stamp in a passport.
This time we're going to Glorious Calais! Originally, I wanted to go somewhere a little more interesting, like Paris, but the train to Paris would be £249 for the child bride and me. A train to Dover and then ferry to Calais is £35. Since Rachel still hasn't found work, we're going cheap.
But this trip won't be all suck. As I alluded to last night, we'll be staying at the stately home of Jenny and Chris, the same lovely people who provided such a warm welcome for me back in October (dude, I miss my long hair and rockin' sideburns).
And before experiencing all that Calais has to offer, we'll be promming to see the Minnesota Orchestra perform. The concert will broadcast live on Radio 3 -- I wonder if I would be kicked out of the country if I were to yell out my friends' names during the quiet bits: "Big up Dan and Anthony!!!" (That's one point each, guys)
If everything works out as it should, we'll be back in Cardiff -- legally -- by Saturday evening.
There is a small shop in Llandaff* that sells cards and other sorts of things you might need for someone's birthday, where Rachel and I went today to get a card for a friend. I noticed on the way home that the bag had written on it: "LONDON - PARIS - NEW YORK - LLANDAFF"
Really? Am I really supposed to buy that?
Shops love to do that sort of thing and I always wonder if they're telling the truth. Perhaps they are like my former benevolent employer in that they maintain a token office in those areas just so they can make they claim.
Can someone please explain the point of having a home security alarm if it's not connected to anything? For about three hours today the alarm on the house just behind ours was going off. And nothing happened. No police or security companies showed up as they would in the United States, it just sat there going off until the residents got home from work.
*The English way to spell it is Llandaff (two letters "F"); the Welsh way to spell it is Llandaf (only one "F"). How does this make sense?