Fuck.

So, on Friday, the head of my department, Robin, was attacked on his way home from the pub.

Five youths tried to mug him, failed, and instead shattered his arm with an iron bar.

He's been signed off for six weeks. It's lucky he's getting away with that.

The only problem is, Robin signed my passport off. They broke his right arm. He's right handed. The passport office now want a letter saying that, yes, he is the person who signed it and that is definitely me.

But he's a) at home with no headed paper, which they specifically requested; b) can't write anyway.




I called the passport office and the woman I said really didn't know what to do, but agreed that we couldn't wait six weeks to get it sorted.

She passed it on to her supervisor.

Kind of nervous, now. And pissed off on Robin's behalf, because the police are being as much use as an egg-cup of water at a bushfire.