Yeah, I know, I know, I know, it's been WOEFULLY quiet round here. The average blog flicker could imagine that the Cherub and I were currently washed ashore in deepest NZ already.. huddled around a campfire with only a depressed Collie for warmth.. or worse marooned in my mother in law's front room...
Nope.
As if..
The New Zealand Department of Internal Affairs has been in touch.
They are not impressed with my ten page application and supporting documentation. To be specific:
1. They need to see sight of W's Actual Death Certificate. Not the copy that I haphazardly posted them. Because I naively imagined that it was irrelevant; that the Cherub had dual nationality whether or not his dad was alive or not......That this standard Extract would do since it was issued by the registrar pfft. That word copy on the top of the form seems to have thrown them into a loop..
Well you never know. I might be making all this up - and print the word COPY on the top of all my faked forms, just so I can separate them from real forms later.
2.The Cherub's witness, a teacher at school, did not sign and date BOTH photos of him.
Since both photos are identical, she probably thought one signature would suffice. Fool that she is.
3.The Privacy Act Section 6 was not dated.
Sigh.... I'm blogging this! HA! Take that with your Privacy NZ!
Sensible Self. Macy. Three words. East. Coast. and Winters. Now focus and re-gather the forms.
6 June 2010 at 07:28
There was me thinking the kiwis had a healthy disregard for stuffy beaurocracy and a positive can-do attitude to life.
Did you sign both photos of Ned or haven't you told them yet?
6 June 2010 at 09:02
Rog - Oh yes.... just getting the Nedster to sit in a photo booth, eyes perfectly aligned with guide marks, facing forward is going to be a major hurdle.
Though you'd think they'd welcome him with open arms
6 June 2010 at 11:00
I hate effing forms. Anything to do with passports, visas etc...I come out in The Fear and need to neck copious amounts of alcohol.
*shudders*
Kick them again. NZ should be grateful to have you.
7 June 2010 at 07:12
Roses - Yep, I suffer from something similar, called The Exasperation. Maybe more alcohol would save on The Grinding of Teeth..
7 June 2010 at 13:02
I'm not fond of forms either. They bring me out in tears of frustration.
Sx
7 June 2010 at 14:27
I know, I know, form-filling is a total pain in the arse, but I guess they have to verify everything properly to avoid fraud. And I know it's infuriating being picked up on something you got wrong but hell, once you've done the necessary the pay-off is your brand new life in NZ. It's worth the shenanigans....
7 June 2010 at 18:34
Scarlet - I may try Tears of Frustration yet as a less painful alternative to Teeth Grinding..
Nick - So sensible. If all else fails I intend to march Cherub Child into Haymarket House and demand they check out the close resemblence between him and the man photographed in the NZ passport...
7 June 2010 at 21:59
I'd have helped. I eat forms for breakfast, being a civil servant type. Bring them on! I shall defeat them for you in a flurry of black ink.
7 June 2010 at 22:05
The lady deFarge is obviously suffering from the marriage of gin and red tape.
If you had British Museum shelf marks you could be sent over buckshee as part of the repatriation of chattles of the indigenous culture.
7 June 2010 at 22:32
Mme DeF - Oh, if only ou were a NZ civil servant type!!
Mr Musgrove - Can't think why being classed as an indigenous chattel is making me so depressed... with or without the shelf marks...
10 June 2010 at 22:26
Ouch. Sorry. ):