Sitting on the couch last night at about 7.30 when Rigby started barking and dancing around the front door. A moment later there came a knock. I opened the door to find Cheeseboy standing there, not unusual generally except that he was supposed to have flown out to Singapore with his family earlier in the day.
I asked him questions then plied him with the wine he demanded as he explained to me that everything was on schedule right up to the moment he arrived at the check-in counter. There he was told he wouldn’t be able to board because his passport was due to expire in less than three months. After some agitated conversation it was decided that his family would fly on while he stayed behind to try and sort things out.
I was not surprised. The three month thing is reasonably well known, and in fact 10 years back when a few of us were flying out to Bali for a holiday JV was turned away from the airport for the same reason. Fortunately, being an Aussie, he was able to organise an express passport replacement and join us later in the day. That’s not so easy for a Dutchie.
Cheeseboy in fact flew up to Sydney last week and visited the consulate to organise a new passport. Unfortunately it takes 3 weeks to deliver.
So last night Cheeseboy drowned his sorrows with first one bottle of wine, then a second, before starting on the third. We had a platter of cheese, then a delivery of pizza. Finally we sat down and watched the Peter Sellers classic, The Party.
Cheeseboy is not one of those people who do solitude well, but it’s unlikely he’ll make it to Singapore now, and is planning to go back to work tomorrow. I expect I’ll be seeing a fair bit more of him in the coming days but, as he has a sore head today, with less wine consumed.