Wednesday 6/10, Two out of three

Mum didn't have such a great night of sleep, but she sure did a few Hercules' tasks today.

  1. Wake up and feed the hungry birds. Done. Easy for her.

  2. Register the babies at the registrar's office, by appointments only: The office opens at 9h00. Elizabeth press the redial bouton on the phone from 8h50 onwards, until someone answers. "I am so sorry, but the next appointment available is in a few weeks, even if you have planned something this week-end. And yes, you need to have the baby registered to fill in a request for passport which will take another 6 weeks...." And after so many tries: "Hold on, I should be able to fit you in a slot in a hour, there has been a cancellation". Elizabeth rushes to the car with the kids. And an hour or so later, they become citizens of Her Majesty.

  3. Baby pictures: For a UK passport, no chance. For a French passport, not much better with Daddy away. And anyway, the French administration would not deliver such an important document without leaving it at least for one or two months in a folder. The best shot is therefore the US passport. But you need special pictures, the kind that most of photographers don't do: special equipment, open eyes, one ear on the picture please and a smile if possible, all that is difficult to bring together. After several attempt and a ticket for illegal parking on the pavement, Elizabeth reaches the objective.

  4. US passport: Elizabeth rushes to the US embassy, which delivers passports on Wednesdays and Fridays only. After a two hour-wait and the first public feeding, Elizabeth gives the final details: the kids are aged 21 (days) and effectively are singles with no official occupation. A few moment later, they become American citizens. Theo, the silent wise man, is even immortalised as a crying child on the official picture.

These kids are definitely lucky in terms of nationality. They will bear the US one, the French one (which gives full rights in any coutry of the European Community) and also the UK one, which not only gives full permission for England, Wales, Ireland and Scotland but will also greatly facilitate their access to any country of the Commonwealth. They'd better catch the trailfinder's fever from their parents. The anecdote is that we will travel with a stack of eight passports from now on.