Yesterday in an excess of birthday zeal I decided to get my Canadian Passport application together. Photo taken, application completed and guarantor signatures appended(my landlady) I was ready this morning to go to the passport office. Google gave me directions and off I went. The commissionaire told me to get a number in the basement and then go back and see him. This I did and he directed me to the 9th floor(your $$ at work). Here I joined a crowd of very suspicious looking folks waiting for the ticket number to come up on a big screen. Very quickly my number was up(so to speak) and $87. later I was on my way home. The rest of the waiting crowd could be still there for all I know. It will arrive by Express Mail in two and a half weeks. Great! As I was putting the evidence back in its file I glanced at previous cancelled passports. Uh-oh! I seem to have aged - evidence above (bottom left anticlockwise to top left - 1986/1996/2006/2009) Quite startling when I feel not a whit older, less fit, or duller. I have however become more adept at converting alcohol into water. Heigh-Ho!
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