Tuesday, 7 February 2017
Oops 2
The passport fiasco wasn't in fact the whole story.
In order to prove that they'd spelt my name incorrectly I had to produce my birth certificate.
I couldn't find it. So I sent off for a new one.
You know what, they sent me a birth certificate with exactly the same spelling mistake. Yikes, this could get complicated.
If challenged, how was I going to prove how my name should be spelt?
Somehow I did it but it also made me consider that in that great leviathan of bureaucracy my name had suddenly changed and I wasn't aware that a change had been made. Scary.
PS. My name is not Damon Wise.
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Hmmm, now I'm curious. Alec instead of Alex? Surrey instead of Hampshire?
ReplyDeleteFrederico was what they wrote. It should be Federico after my grandfather. No big deal but the airline got upset.
ReplyDeleteHow very exotic. I'm terribly impressed. I don't have a middle name and Clive's is Douglas, which he detests!
ReplyDeleteI have been called lots of things, mostly by Jan, but never exotic. Thank you.
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