The package is still in the hands of DHL in the UK. It was collected from the Passport office in London only hours after I called. The women there turned it over in record time.
But almost 24 hours later it is still in the UK. The call centre and the screen just say it is at a facility in the Midlands.
Being at a facility sounds like a prison doesn’t it. Has my package been using curse words at its handlers. Shrieking to “hurry up” from inside its box but with expletives and been put on a shelf to “Calm down sir, we cannot get you a seat on the plane until you calm down.”
I am anything but calm. My Darling Travel Agent changed my ticket for an afternoon flight on Friday, it was not a cheap exchange. But I think I may have been a bit optimistic.
The Darling Travel Agent and her husband are taking the train to Chicago today (it is the Fourth of July, the United States is on Holiday) and has told me that she is taking all my info with her. In case we have to change the flight again, she said. She is a reader too. One of The Fellowship. What kindness. To pack my things with her things in case she is needed by me while she is on holiday.
My Good Friend in Chicago is watching the screen ready to snap up the passport when it arrives and drive it out to the airport to meet me on Friday. This is our plan.
Good morning. I feel like I am in one of those suspense filled episodes of a badly scripted sit com. Any minute a voice over will come on saying. “Will the passport ever stop ranting. Will the passport make the plane. Will The Good Friend’s car get its new wheel in time. Will Celi’s head explode making a nasty mess all over the barn. Will the piglets find another hole in their pen. Will Celi ever eat again. Will the Darling Travel Agent’s phone find coverage from the train. Will Celi ever get to leave the farm? EVER. And why does Boo keep bringing her knickers from the washing basket. Stay tuned for the next Episode of Mother of the Groom.”
Have a lovely day. Deep breaths.
your breathLess friend, celi
The Kitchen's Garden 
89 responses to “I am having a nervous breakdown”
Oh God – what stress, but now I am humming the theme tune to “Soap”. I just know it will be fine, and what a tale you will have to tell when you are are The Wedding, brushing a little tear from your eye and sipping on a well deserved glass of bubbles 🙂
“I Can Heah yoo!”.. and you know me tanya! there will be no sipping, well not the first glass anyway! c
It might be that they don’t update the computer as often as they could…
Fingers crossed 😉
I am sitting at my kitchen table in Queensland, Australia (it’s 9.30pm). I have been refreshing your blog page for the last hour. I’ve had butterflies in my stomach for you since I first read about the mishap. I so hope the passport makes it in time. I really do. It just has to. Everyone in the chain has worked so hard to make it happen!
Oh Mare thank you so much for coming along on this dreadful ride. I know about those butterflies! c
i sure hope this works out for you…the suspense is nerve racking!
This sounds almost nightmareish… hope all turns out as planned and the passport makes it on time…
Praying, praying, praying for peace in your heart and a computer screen that erroneously did not update.
Agree with Mad: the updates are not accurate because of the 4th July etc etc . . . OK, you have Darling Travel Agent and Good Friend in Chicago and 1275 +++ loving friends holding everything crossed [obviously turning on from wherever at all times of day and night!] and you are still able to write a sitcom scenario to make US laugh . . . it WILL be alright! At least Boo has a sense of humour 🙂 !
I have a feeling that the computer is not telling you the truth and that the passport is well on it’s way.
Boo, sweetie, stealing knickers from the laundry is very funny! But maybe your Mom needs a different sort of humor right now. Steal John’s knickers instead.
Just to give you some hope: Last week Hubby ordered new backup batteries for the computers. They arrived the next day. 20 minutes after they landed on my doorstep, he got the SHIPPING conformation that they were in-route…so take heart, Sweetie!
No Exploding Heads, if you please…quite the mess to clean up after. 🙂
Having had experience of the same facility a few miles down the road from me they do seem to take ages before anything changes then it seems to happen all at once, fingers crossed that this is the case for your passport.
Sounds like you have done all you can, C. May it be a story with a happy ending. Release, breathe, release, breathe.
How frustrating, I hope things work out all right! I just posted a blog about my frustration with dealing with big businesses over the phone. Hang in there.
http://www.brokehungryandhappy.com
Think I just heard a grey hair pop out of my head – see I have taken care of the worry so you just sit back and wait for your passport to arrive well within your time constraints – promise!
🙂 Mandy xo
How frustrating! I hope it all works out. I can relate, having just posted a blog about my frustrations with dealing with major corporations over the phone (at http://www.brokehungryandhappy.com)
The suspense is killing me!