Confirmed.
I have been granted permission to live in the United Kingdom.
My visa entitles me to the following British rights/privileges; copious amounts of fried fish, cod-pieces (maybe), driving on the weird side of the road, use of the word "bloody" in situations that don't involve injuries, and many many more.
But most importantly, Kristy and I can get hitched. Sweet.
Now I don't actually have my passport in hand so there's still the chance for fuck-ups (Fedex trucks are notorious for exploding in transit) but I'm feeling confident. They also have Kristy's original birth certificate and if that gets lost, well, we all know what happens then; I've got a photo of the two of us and I'm watching it closely to see if she starts disappearing from it.
Well, more to come.
Talk at you soon.
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