From a friend...
This afternoon I had the great pleasure of seeing how wonderful it is for Great Britain to “take back control“ in celebration of Brexit.I thought I would share my joy with you.
Having queued in the post office for an hour to be told that I had to join another queue as only one lady was trained to help me, I joined her queue to wait for 20 minutes.
The charming lady told me to join a further 10 minute queue for a photo machine as unlike passports it could not be a digital photo. Armed with my paper photos I rejoined a queue for another 30 minutes.
The lady asked me which European countries I would be driving in over the next year. As I will be driving in several countries I was thrilled to find that I had taken so much control back that I would need four international driving permits, each inscribed with details of the Convention on Road Traffic of 19th of September 1949; into which decade I definitely felt I had now lapsed.
A rather scruffy piece of card was then inscribed manually with my details. My photograph was glued into it. This process was repeated four times.
Having parted with £28 for the privilege of driving in Europe, I was thrilled to find that I could take back control and repeat the whole process and make the same payment next year; subject to increase by Her Majesty’s government.
As I left the post office I was overjoyed to see that the pound had fallen dramatically further today thus ensuring that I could feel even more impoverished than previous falls in Sterling have already made me.
Nevertheless, having reverted to a period of my early childhood when travel was so much more difficult, I will benefit from feeling awfully nostalgic while I drive in poverty through Europe, with my four antediluvian card passes.
I’m really looking forward to taking back more control on 31 October.
Having queued in the post office for an hour to be told that I had to join another queue as only one lady was trained to help me, I joined her queue to wait for 20 minutes.
The charming lady told me to join a further 10 minute queue for a photo machine as unlike passports it could not be a digital photo. Armed with my paper photos I rejoined a queue for another 30 minutes.
The lady asked me which European countries I would be driving in over the next year. As I will be driving in several countries I was thrilled to find that I had taken so much control back that I would need four international driving permits, each inscribed with details of the Convention on Road Traffic of 19th of September 1949; into which decade I definitely felt I had now lapsed.
A rather scruffy piece of card was then inscribed manually with my details. My photograph was glued into it. This process was repeated four times.
Having parted with £28 for the privilege of driving in Europe, I was thrilled to find that I could take back control and repeat the whole process and make the same payment next year; subject to increase by Her Majesty’s government.
As I left the post office I was overjoyed to see that the pound had fallen dramatically further today thus ensuring that I could feel even more impoverished than previous falls in Sterling have already made me.
Nevertheless, having reverted to a period of my early childhood when travel was so much more difficult, I will benefit from feeling awfully nostalgic while I drive in poverty through Europe, with my four antediluvian card passes.
I’m really looking forward to taking back more control on 31 October.
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