it's not a credit card and it's not a virgin- it's a visa!

you will recall that i have been stressing for about two weeks now (since receiving the e-mail) about where the fuck my visa is.

for two reasons really:

1. i needed to make sure that they were giving me the right visa because there may have been significant crossings out and initiallings on my visa application. okay, so the truth is that it was only when i happened to ask a random question at the visa office that i realised that i'd in fact applied for the wrong visa. hey, i was in an excited rush at the time of submitting it, okay?! it's a sad fact that even i am vulnerable to blonde moments.


2. i was worried because of the issues with my mail redirection. after feverishly checking the mail box for a week, i decided to actually check the e-mail that they sent me. hey, would you look at that! it's being couriered via aae. how bout that? realising that they will have unsuccessfully tried to deliver my visa to my old flat, i pick up the phone to give them a call. i give them the consignment number, arrange a new delivery address and, with the very minimum of stress, my visa arrives. just like that.

so now i have it. and it's all correct and perfect. and i'm unstoppable! look out london! you know... from april 17 onwards...