Home Office

This morning we awoke in my flat bright and early and I finished my Ted Dekker trilogy. While there may have been times when it didn't make much sense to me and where it seemingly didn't make much sense to him either it was a good series of books and I enjoyed reading them. Seems to be the way with Ted Dekker that his books confuse him at some point in writing them and they lag a bit in the middle as he works it out. Enjoyable though and I will keep reading. At 9:30 Beth and I left my flat for the penultimate time to go to the Home Office in Croydon. We started our journey with the 170 to Clapham Junction and then took the train to East Croydon leading to a five minute walk. I was nervous about this trip, we get it wrong and Beth gets deported and I am stuck with a flat in Canterbury I can't pay for. We had heard many people talking about how difficult it would be for us to get the visa.


We walked up to the building and queued with others to get into the building. Once inside we went through security who checked we had no bombs or whatever and then joined another queue which took 25 minutes. We eventually got to a desk where we registered our intent to get a visa and were then told to go upstairs for billing. We paid our £595 for the application and then registered again with another lady. Next Beth had her biometric information taken. Basically from the end of our time queuing to this point took 20 minutes. We then had to wait in a reception for twenty minutes before we saw a case worker who just took some of our information to be photocopied and then said we had the visa, no questioning, and no checking of finances, no asking about my employment just a simple photocopying. We went and got lunch and by the time we had finished eating Beth's passport was completed and we could leave. It really was that easy. Two hours after entering we left again.


When we arrived back at my flat I cleaned the kitchen and my room to the best of my ability (which isn't that great) and then my parents arrived and I moved out of my flat. On arriving home we played Boom Blox with my parents and waited for Beth's dad to arrive. He eventually did and so we showed off our Paris pictures to the assembled parents before retiring to bed.

  • Fran

    I’m sorry it was such a worriesome time for you, but understandably it was. Horror stories abound, indeed…Now you can relax and enjoy married life!

  • Trefor

    Well he can once he has a job of course.