NINja

The long-running saga over acquiring my National Identification Number (NIN) came to a satisfying close today. Sort of, as the physical card apparently can still take years to be printed. I revisited the phone shop to try again with a slightly tweaked reference from last time’s failure, and this time the system said yes. My phone number is now no longer in imminent danger of being cut off. Yippee.

Mariam handed me some cake by way of celebration when I returned triumphantly to the office. My desk is uncharacteristically untidy this afternoon. But who can say no to some cake being plonked on top of it.