Yesterday, a little voice inside my head told me to check Jack and Sean’s passports. Lo and behold, Sean’s runs out the day before we are due to fly.So today I went to the post office at lunchtime to renew it. I filled in the forms surreptitiously at work this afternoon and took them back to the post office. I paid extra for the woman behind the counter to check my form and send it off as I have been known to cock forms up. I wish I hadn’t bothered paying the extra.The clerk tried to tell me that Sean’s mother had to fill in the form, not me.‘What if she’s dead?’ I asked.‘Is she?’ the woman replied.‘No,’ I was forced to admit.‘Well, then she has to sign the application,’ the officious jobsworth pronounced.I am sure she thought she was striking a significant blow for women’s lib. I got stroppy and told her I wanted to see the specific clause that prohibits a dad from signing his son’s passport renewal form. She couldn’t find it so on my insistence she phoned her head office who eventually told her that she was talking out of her arse.
What do You think about Six Months To Get A Life (2014)?
