It’s time for a new mug shot. A new passport application.

I’m surprisingly sad to see my old one go.

I’ve had it since I arrived in the UK. It has all my visas for the UK. It has all the stamps from our travels and my work.

It’s a document full of memories and adventures, all neatly stamped out.

Mind you, almost every one of those memories is also right here on blip. Chin up.

I wonder if I should have at least done my hair for my new passport? Meh.