…The next day we decided to cut our losses and go into town for what felt like the millionth day of the week. We collected two forms (one being a spare) and made our way to a coffee shop so that Hubby could fill it in before we took it to the bank to get them to sign (we’d decided to do that rather than put my friend out again just before her holiday.)
He completed it and handed it to me proudly to check. I read it and pointed out that he’d put his old address on it instead of the address where he’d been living for seven years!!!! Mistake #9.
He managed the second form without a mistake but he kept on saying “oh no” every few minutes because he’s such a funny joker and likes it when his wife threatens to kill him.
With the form finished, we took it to the bank. The woman behind the counter took the form and went to find the manager. She came back and said how sorry she was but they weren’t able to do it as they don’t have their own passports to hand and their passport number is needed to counter-sign. The man on the phone had lied. Mistake…oh who cares what number. I was fuming. And emotional.
I rang my friend in desperation. Luckily she hadn’t set off on her weekend away. “Of course you can come by – I’ll fill it in now for you before I go.” I was so relieved.
We drove over and I