Luckily we never had any of that grief, as we were married for three years before we applied, we had a daughter and we'd lived together in the PI for seven years already. BUT, the reason we didn't apply for any visas sooner was that we knew the sort of crap that the embassy throws at people. I couldn't bring myself to face the sh1t you mentioned, without possibly tearing some arrogant little embassy pricks throat out.Originally posted by peterdavid@Sep 5 2005, 09:15 PM
It is a pretty unpleasant final kick in the guts isn't it, this final insult. You go out of your way, through all the trials, tribulations, heartache, expense and inconvenience and put up with the Embassy's downright rudeness and insinuations that you've married a gold-digging bargirl out to fleece you for everything you can get
It was still fairly pathetic though, queuing up overnight at the Brit embassy with a huge pile of papers, to try and justify why my wife should be allowed to grovel her way into the UK. I blaggarded my way in with my daughter as soon as the doors opened, as we are both Brit citizens, but my wife still had to queue up in the sun while the security guards picked and chose who could come in. They even took my daughters pushchair away, so we had to sit with her in our laps for the three hours we spent inside. When we were called up we spoke to an English woman, who gave us no problems at all. Visa was granted there and then.
My wife now works bloody hard to earn the money she gets at her agency nursing type job, but there are people who walk right into England and get handouts of all descriptions basically because they WON'T work. Disgusting.