In my case, it was a bit academic anyway as I had an appointment at 10 am at the US Embassy to renew my visa. Somewhat naively, I had envisioned turning up for an interview and then heading promptly home. Fool.... there was a queue to join a queue to have one's papers checked for the first time, then a security check, then another queue to have the same papers checked again. Then we were given a number (N368 in my case) and admitted to the waiting room...which was packed! And as I entered, they were calling the applicant with N147.An hour or so later, I was called to the desk to have exactly the same papers checked again and my fingerprints taken. At this point, they kept my passport and told me to take a seat and wait until I was called. This took a further hour and a half: in total, I was there for three hours, survived on a dreadful cup of over-stewed coffee and a KitKat even more expensive than on the Burhill trolley (!), but at least my visa application was approved...
Displaying some sort of perverted sense of humour, the clouds broke in the afternoon and by the time I got to the Golf Club for a few practice swings before the big day tomorrow, it was a glorious spring afternoon. I even managed to lower the roof on the car n the way home. Back for a cup of tea and a wash-and-brush-up before driving back to Burhill for a belated St. Patrick's Day Dinner and Dance.
And a very pleasant evening it was, though it would have been even better had there been a higher turn-out. The food was as good as always, the company entertaining and the live music also hit the spot, though perhaps not as danceable-to as one might have wished. The desserts were excellent too - and not a Jaffa cake in sight...
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