Eighteen year old Grandson's first passport application and he was called for an in depth interview. It was early morning in a Somerset town neither of us know. We set off together in my car at eight this morning. We knew there was a very big detour along country lanes because of a closed main road. He set the TomTom before we set off but the address he had for the Passport Interview Office wasn't the same as the one his Mum and me had. He'd lost the very first letter from them with the address on it and the three following letters from them had no address on them! So we'd all three Googled and the two offices were in the same town but on two different trading estates miles apart.
All he had was a contact number for queries but that didn't open till nine o'clock. We set off with his postcode entered on the TomTom because it did have the word Govt: in it and ours didn't. But he didn't put the postcode in. He just put the main road as destination.
I knew it! This is daughter's TomTom and her chosen voice telling us where to go was a bloke with a real sing-song heavy Jamaican accent! Couldn't understand a word he said. Even worse He told us to go on a route I would never, ever have used but Grandson tells me we have to do what He says. I know even with the detour this trip should only take 45 minutes. Grandson tells me the estimated journey time according to The Voice is 1 hour 25 minutes.
So considering we don't know if we have the right Passport Interview Office, if he misses this interview appointment he would allegedly have to begin his passport application all over again, things are getting fraught in my car. He's known about this interview for six weeks. He's left confirming addresses and where we are supposed to be going until the morning he is due. I was so Fricking Angry with him I wanted to hurt him I wanted to hit him I did swear
At nine o'clock we arrived in this built up, one way systems, signposts everywhere town. We stopped in a side road and he phoned the contact number. It was a call centre in Scotland! He wanted to know where to go! Scotland gave him another number to ring! No thanks.
Motored on and within ten seconds there was the trading estate with The Passport Interview Office and just in time for his appointment. We collapsed with relief. The interview was gruelling for him. Half an hour of intense interrogation even asking him about how his Dad died and the layout of his house.
So we celebrated by laughing, going shopping together for his holiday gear, having a Subway lunch and when we walk along the street he crooks his arm for me to hold and tells me he loves me and can we go shopping together again-soon?
He put the TomTom on again for the journey home but we ignored The Jamaican's directions and went our own way and laughed because He kept telling us we were going the wrong way and Must Turn Round As Soon As Possible. So funny
So a day that began with disaster turned out to be wonderful.