Wednesday 22/08/07
On Tuesday I’m in the office and I get called to the reception at the front, because there’s a delivery for me that I have to sign for and I get a bit excited, but obviously not too much – within reason (3 out of 10?)
So I pick up the envelope and I think I know what it is and I open it and I’m right – it’s the decision for my British citizenship applica…
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