Well a Resident Alien is what they said!
Following on from Kathys last post..
Monday morning we got up and went to “Elizabeth’s tea room” which was a 10 minute walk from our hotel. After all the walking at the zoo that 10 minutes just served to remind me how old, unfit and overweight I am.
Elizabeth’s tea room was really nice, we had sausage rolls, curried vegetable pasty, trifle, a cake and some fruit (well Kathy had the fruit), I was carrying Elizabeth round showing her things like the Big Ben tea pot they had and pictures of the queen. Both Kathy and I were thinking that when mum retires we can fool her into coming over for a month or two and put her to work making sausage rolls by the million!

Elizabeth Loved Trifle
We also went into the English shop which is next door, I bought some branston pickle and a tin of custard (not to be eaten together) we also bought some chocolate. I never thought I would enjoy a double decker so much. While in the English shop we got talking to the lady who manages the shop and a Scottish lady who was in there shopping, the shop manager was telling us how it was likely they would send me home for 3 months because I overstayed my visa etc etc. Basically it was enough to scare the crap out of Kathy and the thought of spending October, November and December in the UK wearing shorts and T-shirts (which is pretty much all I own now) didn’t do much for me either.
The immigration interview was at 1.30 and they told us to be there early, but no earlier than 12.45. Luckily enough my wife is in charge of getting me places so we left the hotel early and it is just as well, the on ramp to the freeway/motorway was closed for construction so we had to go all round the town to get on to the road. As anyone who knows me will attest to , if it was down to me we would probably still be driving round!
It is just as well that we were early as they called us in at about 1.15, the first words the lady doing the interview said were
“You applied for parole documents to go home for a holiday, you wont need them”
My first thought was that they were sending me home for the 3 months, and the women in the English shop was right. The lady doing the interview must have heard my deep breath as she followed it up with..
“You will have your green card long before then”
Yehhhaa
So the interview started, she hadn’t seen a British passport before, or a English birth certificate so I was having to point things out. Then we got onto the whole “are you really married” bit. We bored the poor woman with stories of the wedding and why it was so quick and how much time we spent on the phone etc etc.
Right in the middle of the interview Elizabeth delivered her thoughts on the whole process and it was smelly!
I think the smell helped speed the process up, we were all done and outside by 1.30!
So it is official my green card will be here within 3 weeks, then I can get a drivers license and all the exciting things like that. It also means I can go to the UK and be allowed back in without any problems which is a big thing.