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| London, United Kingdom |  Review on July 24, 2015: |
Tabitha and James
Rating:  | Review Topic: K1 Visa
So I had my interview today. An experience to be remembered. I would probably consider this a post (If I was reading it) of someone who isn't on the ball. When reading says "That's not me, I am ready" how wrong I was.
As I left the house heading to the train station, I had a nagging feeling I was forgetting something. I soon realised as I stood on the platform that it was my passport I had forgotten  . So train now missed, as I raced back home, retrieved my passport and rebooked a new train ticket (another £60). Now I'm off to London, but I'm late.... No fear my charm will save my ass. I get to the embassy, a wet mess after running through our finest summer rains, 20 mins late. They allow me entry, but I am told in no uncertain terms by the security guy "Doubt they'll see ya mate, your late!" like I didn't know Just in case I missed it the first time, the nice lady on reception told me the same rebuke on my punctuality. But they let me in, yay!
So now I am in a room, about half full of people awaiting the visa judgement. Feeling somewhat more abashed by the collective "Tsk" as I snuck in the door. Then came the wait, the number trolled by on a large screen at the front of the auditorium (big place). Had to wait about 2 hours before I called 'bingo'. Then it was off to meet the (Dont want to call her nasty) abrupt lady on desk one. Gave her the stuff that I had prepared before being called, but she threw me a curve with things that I had not got out of the folder, ready. Original birth certificate copy, police report, and some other stuff that I can't recall, cause I was somewhat flustered. After feeding the abrupt lady behind the screen lots of paper, it was back to my chair to continue with my novel (reading, not writing). After sitting there for another hour and a half, feeling a little scared that I hadn't fed 'Miss Abrupt' her paper fix quick enough, I got to call bingo again. This however was a different window (It tells you on a big screen at the front your window). So off I trot to window 14 this time, to meet 'Miss nice lady'. Here she made me swear a oath I was telling the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but. We had a little chat, asked how we met, when we met in body and soul, her job and our wedding. As you may have picked up, I can talk some, so mid way through telling her about the wedding 'Miss nice lady' cut me off, said our visa was approved. (' ') After which she returned most of my paperwork, and I skipped out the door.
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