8 months later! So sorry. Well what a bloody year eh! My goodness. Paula is home:):):):):):):):):):)
Seven and a half months he was gone. Although it dragged this year has gone so so fast! Do you think? It's been mental.
So I've sort of forgot where I got up to. Basically we applied for the Spouse Visa. We paid an extra fee to get it fast tracked which you get a decision made within 30 working days. Then Covid put us into lock down and fucked things up just that little bit more. Put everything on hold. All applications. It was god damn hard but this time I knew we had things right. Our immigration agent Nazya was amazing!! Can't thank or recommend her enough. Fusco Browne in Stockport, Manchester. She was our actual angel.
I won't bore you too much with the in's and out's but Nazya chased up our case and so did Paul. Theres not much I can do and they won't give me answers with it being confidential. So in August we found out a decision had been made but they couldn't tell us what until he received it in the post. Being in Tonga and in a global pandemic was very bloody difficult and it took weeks for him to finally receive his decision. We had to pay over £100 to get it sent from Fiji to Tonga. It was such a ball ache as because of flights at this time, it didn't come direct and went from Fiji to New Zealand and with the boarders being closed it was stuck there for weeks. Paul was in touch with a girl called Emily who had been dealing with this in Fiji. She told him his passport had been stamped on the 27th July (if it's been stamped this is usually good news) We were estactic but couldn't be too chuffed in case it wasn't a YES. After all the bad luck we had had we had to play it cool. Emily had told Paul this news on the 27th August, exactly one month later. Jeeee whiz how much longer were we going to have to wait!
On the 14th September Paul went to the Depot to collect his Passport. And there it was...........
A BIG FAT YESSSSSSSSSSSSS! Absolutely over the moon!!
He face timed me and we couldn't stop smiling. My face hurt. He was actually coming home. We were going to be a family again.
As always I rushed in getting him back. So many disagreements with family. Trying to get him on the best flight and the safest route. I wanted to get him through New Zealand but the fastest route was through America. Absolutely no way was I risking America. Eventually with a couple of days of racking my brains I decided to book the flight that left Tonga on Tuesday 22nd September and got to England three days later. 58 hours later!!!!!! God love him. The flight went from Tonga to New Zealand. Stop off there for 24 hours. This is where the Transit Visa came in (if you can remember I spoke about this earlier on as we had a massive issue with this the first time round) from New Zealand to Brisbane. A very quick plane change. From Brisbane to Doha and then Doha to Manchester.
I wanted a massive family reunion at the airport for him. It didn't go that way. Not like the 'Love Actually' way at all. Only myself and Milla could go down to the Airport. We got there far too early and I knew he would get held up at immigration as thats always been the case but this time thank goodness it wasn't for too long. Milla was a right pain in the arse but bless her she won't have known what was going on. Paul messaged when he got off the flight! He'd made it! He'd actually made it. It was such a weird feeling. You weren't allowed to wait at the terminal (cheers Covid) so we were waiting right outside the double doors. And out he strutted. Looking like terminator. He was home. Actually home♥️
