It is merely the precursor to the farce and the panic and the worry and rushing and the inevitable humorous-for-everyone-but-me blog post.
Got everything sorted, mind.
To answer the questions in the comments;
Andy: The USCIS recently changed it's standard photo format. Look it up on VJ, or the US Government sites themselves...
Shiv: Panic not. I feel sure that somewhere in our country's bureaucratic behemoth there is someone suitably skilled with a pair of scissors. Well, I hope so. I've been paying tax.
Adrian: You git. You're totally right. But I couldn't compare the UK passport pics to the ones in the forms til I had a UK passport pic to measure, could I?
Panic over. Another hour or so of soaking up the atmosphere on Oxford Street and watching the golf-buggy bustle of the setup for 'Proms in the Park' in Hyde Park, and I shall retire early to my hotel room near Marble Arch.
There's a Hungarian shopping channel which I feel may yield material for a post.
Oh, and the medical and interview.
Remember those olive oil burns I managed to inflict on myself ages ago? I've still got marks for them...and I'll have to explain them shortly after the inevitable 'Would you mind removing your clothes, Mr. Autoblography? OH the fun that lies ahead.
More soon.
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