Take a seat

Astoundingly, my replacement driving licence arrived today - only six days after I renewed it at the Post Office (and one of those was a Sunday). I suspect that the PO employee who last Saturday witnessed my near meltdown at the process, and especially at having my previous licence cut up in front of me, wrote an SOS on the application: that I was a risk to others and possibly myself if I didn't get it back by return. 

Utterly extraordinary. Now I hope that all the HGV drivers waiting for their licences in order to get back to work also get theirs quickly.

Extra - For a very brief moment today I contemplated changing my name to 47, until I realised that would mean I'd have to change my driving licence and my passport.