I’m at the passport office. Why do I feel guilty? Maybe everyone feels guilty when they brush up against officialdom. Oddly, the people behind the counters servicing all the passport applicants all seem to be rather cheerful and happy. Not what I was expecting. It’s like that time I went to get a special permit form from the City of Toronto and they fell over themselves trying to make sure that I was comfortable and that I didn’t have to wait too long. Definitely not what I was expecting. I am here to apply for passports for family Lugs. Little Lugs and I are going to whizz over to England during March break. He wants to see castles and they have them there aplenty. It will be good to visit Brother Lugs and Nephew Lugs too.
Brother Lugs just sent me a detailed potential itinerary (he lives over there) which is most unlike him. That is something that the other Brother Lugs would do (and he lives in Calgary) Still, he had some good suggestions in there, they are worth investigating. It looks like it could be fun planning this jaunt.
Monday, February 11, 2008
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