After accepting a kind invitation to my brother's plastic flower party in London at the end of the month (yep, a plastic flower party), I suddenly realised that my bloomin' passport had expired! Cue panic and apprehension of bureaucracy.
However, after a quick visit to the British Embassy and I am reassured that I can just pop in one morning, give them all the necessary (including 158 fuggin' euros) and leave with it under my arm.
I did, of course, need a new photo, and I thought it would be fun to compare it with the previous one...
Hairline seems to be fairly stable. Face is bit thinner. Also, America's continuing war on moisture means that the new photo must conform to biometric standards, meaning that I'm not allowed to smile. So, I look a bit stern but - frankly - it could have been a lot worse.
For once, I think I prefer the new me!
Little Sweaters - I've been making some Christmas tree decorations, as you know, and I think these little sweaters are cute! However, I didn't like the method given for han...
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