That was the weekend that wasn't: Victor Victoria review
I went back to take my citizenship exam Saturday, and they'd changed the registration requirements: middle names are now mandatory. The form did not say they were mandatory and if you had a question about it (the field was not starred) there was no one to ask as the whole thing has been outsourced and done poorly. The official guidance is to reject anyone who has a "substantial" difference between their name as shown on their ID and as they registered, but they'd just sent out a little piece of paper saying that a missing middle name was to now be seen as a substantial difference. I'm convinced it's all a way to whittle down immigration numbers by any means possible - they also added a requirement that the post code on the bill you bring in to prove your place of residence must also exactly match what you entered on the form. 2% rejected here, 5% rejected there: it all adds up. Home Office, you suck. I'm out another fifty quid, too: I can appeal it but frankly it's hard to imagine I'll win because the forces of bureaucracy move so slowly I'd estimate it'd take two years before they gave me back my money, and I want to have my fucking citizenship done by then.
I can't tell you how broken hearted I was as I left the test station (and I wasn't the only one rejected, another woman was rejected immediately before me, and there were only 30 of us there to take the test so who knows how many of us were turned away). Nice stuff: spent day with wechsler, who took me out to breakfast then let me nap at his before we went to my friend Chaundra's for games and dinner. Sunday he was at mine, helping me garden; but I'm so weak from whatever this thing is that's knocked me on my ass (immune system response/overload?) that I couldn't help much and had to sit down because I was getting dizzy. Bleah.
Er, in positive news, one of the highlights of my week was seeing Victor/Victoria at the Southwark Playhouse - I maybe should have just stayed at home, but I was really hoping a good musical would cheer me up and my morale has been REALLY in the toilet this week. Unfortunately I've had a hell of a time doing any writing because I haven't been able to think very well - I'm even having problems typing. But I finally got the review done nearly a week later and I tell you V/V was the ball of joy I was hoping for - good enough that it's inspired me to sign up for tap dancing in January.