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.