I like you

Today was interview day with the Zim immigration officers. It was, strangely rather lovely. To start with, we were given a form to fill in with questions on it we both were to answer, we couldn't do so together so had to sit at opposite ends of the room, this worked well for not conferring until we had to share a pen, but they didn't seem to mind that. As forms do, the title was at the top, 'Spousal Residence Permit', accompanied by lots of love hearts, someone in immigration clearly has a softer side. We were interviewed within ear shot - quite off putting to hear your sons toy being rattled away at him and the accompanying squeals. We were asked about our wedding, at which we had a reading entitled 'I like you' was read, the vicar commented that it wasn't about liking, it's about love., he has a point, but I still love the reading.

Everyone here bemoans anything to do with bureaucracy, but in comparison to my understanding of the same process in the UK, we got the better deal. For a start, no love hearts on forms there.

Home from another hot sweaty day for dinner (with prunes added for the boy, he's needing a bit of help), and then bath time, the best time of the day.