Plan B

It probably wasn't the most romantic of marriage proposals, but I walked out of the office and gave Karen the form, stating that she should fill it in as we had to get married.

It was a good job that we had already talked about plan B.

The interview had started at 2.30pm and they closed the doors at 4.00pm, so the following became like some episode of the generation game.

There was a mad rush to the nearest photo booth where Karen had some extra pictures taken and as instructed she had brought her birth certificate and her passport with her. The man had given us half an hour to get ourselves sorted and we arrived back with minutes to spare.

It was sort of a lucky break because he had explained that normally an appointment would have to be rescheduled at a later date, but his human side was fighting to break out of his suit and he crammed us in.

So, armed with our package, we both entered his office.