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 Today I went to London to submit my husband's documents for a Russian visa. I thought I'd avoid bureaucratic brain rape, but while it was a mild case (a sort of intercrural brain rape), I didn't and ended up spending almost two hours at the visa centre. But! It ended up being a Good Thing, since a girl asked me a question about a spousal visa application and we got chatting and... It turned out she's not only Russian but comes from the same city, she's only a few years older than me and he husband's slightly older than mine (we both have antique husbands <3 ) and she lives about 40 mins from us. :D We chatted very happily, went for coffee afterwards and exchanged phone numbers. :D And then I went for book/food therapy. 

And I dunno what is it about me, but why do I always get stopped and asked for directions/help so often? Today it was four times. Yes, I counted. XD