The Fretful Mother's Blog

Sorry to keep harping on my trip, but it really brought a lot of things to light for me. I should probably be more in the dark, but once Pandora’s box has been opened it’s hard to close it. Anyway, I’m now familiar with border control procedures and know to have my passport ready on the correct page, along with an “I’m not trying to smuggle anything into or out of your country, nor will I kill you” look on my face.
But really what I’m thinking is “It’s probably all over for me. They are going to find the agricultural products I have hidden in my bag, and they are going to mistake the hand-painted letter opener for a switch blade.” I thought this all the way through the line. Upon reaching the booths, however, I was confronted with a whole new fear. Two agents had a guy in a chair and were demanding to know his real name. They kept saying they knew it wasn’t his real name and that he better come clean.
Now, odds are that it wasn’t his legal moniker, but it’s possible he really was Edward Cullen. So I’m now imagining myself in that chair being told I’m an imposter. I’d probably start making up fake names like Mace Malar and being thrown into an English prison. I don’t have the lowdown on their prisons, but maybe they are more civilised with tea and crumpets at 3 p.m. every day? I better not chance it. I guess I’ll stick with my own boring name. You can never be too safe.

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