Seriously, where do all the photographs I take for visa applications each year go? I couldn't find a single one. There must surely be dozens among which must be at least one where I look both human and current, but no, no such luck.
So I had to get a new batch done.
The studio that has stood at the top of my road since I was a wee girl seems to have picked up its skirts and disappeared overnight.
The sign on the shutter said something about Battaramulla. The number given was for a videographer who kindly gave directions to his establishment but had no idea where the studio had got to so I made a trip to Battaramulla. Of course the studio wasn't there. Life is never that simple for me.
So, much to the amusement of my taxi driver, we rode right back to where we started and discovered that the studio had in fact only moved a few metres away.
Oh well ... At least it only took five minutes to be handed a new glossy set of photographs.
So I had to get a new batch done.
The studio that has stood at the top of my road since I was a wee girl seems to have picked up its skirts and disappeared overnight.
The sign on the shutter said something about Battaramulla. The number given was for a videographer who kindly gave directions to his establishment but had no idea where the studio had got to so I made a trip to Battaramulla. Of course the studio wasn't there. Life is never that simple for me.
So, much to the amusement of my taxi driver, we rode right back to where we started and discovered that the studio had in fact only moved a few metres away.
Oh well ... At least it only took five minutes to be handed a new glossy set of photographs.
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