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Have you or any dependent included in this application ever engaged in any other activities* which might indicate that you may not be considered to be persons of good character?
* Other than those specifically listed in previous questions: war crimes, crimes against humanity, genocide, or terrorism.
You know what this means? I finally started filling in the scary application for residency in the UK and filled it in. Well only the easy bits, but still! I'm feeling very proud of myself, don't ruin the moment.
Still worried about the not-easy bits, though (mostly all those old phone bills and bank statements; I cringe to think. We only recently upgraded our filing system from Cardboard Box, you know. It moved to Plastic Expandable Folder and, now that it's overflowing that, Plastic Expandable Folder and Two Cardboard Boxes. I will never be a grown-up at this rate.
See also, the first load of laundry fully, successfully completed in this house in at least a month, with a bedroom floor full of dirty clothes languishing in wait for their turn to be cleansed in the revitalizing suds. But there the clean clothes wait, still in the washing machine with its door open beckoningly, and here the dirty clothes lie, all around me, because here I lay, on the bed trying to think thoughts that at this point might never get thunk at all, rather than doing something constructive like laundry.
* Other than those specifically listed in previous questions: war crimes, crimes against humanity, genocide, or terrorism.
You know what this means? I finally started filling in the scary application for residency in the UK and filled it in. Well only the easy bits, but still! I'm feeling very proud of myself, don't ruin the moment.
Still worried about the not-easy bits, though (mostly all those old phone bills and bank statements; I cringe to think. We only recently upgraded our filing system from Cardboard Box, you know. It moved to Plastic Expandable Folder and, now that it's overflowing that, Plastic Expandable Folder and Two Cardboard Boxes. I will never be a grown-up at this rate.
See also, the first load of laundry fully, successfully completed in this house in at least a month, with a bedroom floor full of dirty clothes languishing in wait for their turn to be cleansed in the revitalizing suds. But there the clean clothes wait, still in the washing machine with its door open beckoningly, and here the dirty clothes lie, all around me, because here I lay, on the bed trying to think thoughts that at this point might never get thunk at all, rather than doing something constructive like laundry.