The office life carried on as normal, even though I had my dark secret which I suppose wasn't such a big thing as I was merely leaving. The thing was that I wasn't leaving on Friday, well maybe I was but I didn't know which particular Friday in what particular month or year that would be, so it was not something to be shared.
The initial package of paperwork had gone off to the consulate, which wasn't in Birmingham as Dowty had instructed, there was only the London consulate.
It was pointless to get anyone in the loop as we had no idea if there actually was a loop until the first real High Commission encounter, and as we found out, the Canadian High Commission moved at a pace that would make a snail look like Nigel Mansell.
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