When you live abroad there is one critical thing you must never, ever lose:
Your passport. The visa inside is quite important too, but without the encompassing proof of identity it is very difficult to establish the rest.
At the moment, my son has no passport.
Given the fact that I am in fact compulsive about keeping track of such things, and have already looked in all the obvious places in a shall we say rigorousfashion, the logical conclusion is that the object has gone missing. Or to be more specific, it has been stolen.
How much is a newish U.S. passport worth on the black market these days?
Replacing it will involve incredibly tedious trips to the embassy in London, a task I really do not enjoy. I would invite my other child along for a lark but she isn’t anywhere to be found (kind of like the passport).
Someone recently asked after her whereabouts and I was shocked; I replied She is a grownup, why would I know?
The fellow in question hectored the point in the bantering, hostile fashion I encounter more here than elsewhere. Quick tip: criticizing my parenting skills is never, ever a straight path to my heart. Let alone my nether regions.