A bad start to the day

"Where's my passport?"
[sniffle, cough] "Isn't it in your bag?"
"No."

Shit.

So, this means:
1. A trip to the police station to get a loss notification form.
2. A visit to the British Consulate here to get an emergency temporary form that will get PJ back to the UK -- and only the UK.
3. Several nights in the UK while he sorts out a new passport at the UK Passport Office. Of course, they need various forms of ID with a UK address . . . which we don't have. And photos signed by a doctor or lawyer . . . which we don't have in the UK.

And my cold is getting worse -- my PC is surrounded by a sea of discarded tissues and I can't open my eyes wide enough to put my lenses in.

I love vacations.