I ended the week with a couple of meter reading rounds. The desperate call came through on Wednesday and the two rounds were only 4 hours each the added benefit was that it paid for all the bike gear we purchased recently.
This place had me puzzled. That meter box lid is new, has new hinges and a latch and is secure so what gives with all the woodwork? As my good Irish mum used to say, “Ejits”.
Our passports arrived this week and the postman was good enough to ride his motor bike right up to our front door. Lazy sod. It appears we only get the city of our birth on the front page and not the country so mine is just Haifa. Handy when the Arab terrorists storm the aircraft demanding passports and I’ll be screaming, “Palestine, Palestine!”. These new ones are biometric and we only have to twinkle the irises at the camera to be admitted into the land of Oz. Blink and you’re out.
And no, you’re not seeing my passport mug shot.
Now when the border cops say “Look me in the eye” they really mean it.
When we came back from Nepal, MPS had one of these passports and went sailing through while we joined the throngs. These new ones are more prevalent now so it will be interesting to see how quick it is this time.