This morning I needed to drop off an application to the UK Identity and Passport Service. However I had the temerity to arrive at the bewildering set of doors (customer exit, customer entrance and "staff only") holding not just a completed passport application in the correct envelope, but also my dog.
I should explain that Ben is not a Rottweiler nor an Alsatian, or any other form of "attack dog". Ben is in fact a rather daft, presently rather woolly, Cocker Spaniel. In fact he resembles a black and grey teddy bear with ridiculous long ears and, happily, a full and woolly tail. I had hoped I might walk through the correct door, step three feet up to the reception desk, hand an envelope to the reception staff and leave. Would that life was so simple!