In the hear and now of being newly-wed I am however quite happy about taking on my husbands name - though still entirely disinterested in giving up my own. So Ms S.B is becoming Ms S.B-H, (the Mrs, though I don't mind being referred to as Mrs by my Mr, it is still a little alien to use in everyday life).
|The new Mr and Mrs and our piper. Edinburgh 2013.|
So I have changed the signature on my email and my name on Facebook... but what next? Bureaucracy is what is next. With my current passport having less than 12 months before it expires I thought that would be the place to start, so with my new marriage certificate in hand I happily set about filling in the passport application form. According to what I could make out on the form all I needed was my marriage certificate and some other ID with my old name and things would be right as rain.
Then I got a bit further on in the form filling out process and discovered I needed a photo witnessed by a fellow Australian. I had some of those gathered about me for the wedding, but they were long gone by the time I started on the bureaucracy. So I got myself a photo and posted it off to London to one of my high school buddies, stamped - self addressed envelope included to hurry it back.
It arrived and I filled out my guarantors details - scarily realising in the process that I had known her for 17 plus years - turns out we are indeed old. With all the other boxes ticked I printed out the form, read over it, about to put my shoes on to head to the embassy and discovered that she also had to sign the form. So off it went.
Back it came and I got my shoes on again, got all my documents assembled only to discover that the little photo my friend had witnessed for me was absolutely nowhere to be found. Whether it is a baby brain thing or a packing thing or a general chaos of our lives thing I do not know - but there was a temper tantrum. The husband helped me look - fruitlessly and then he calmly headed off to the post office with another photo and stamped - self addressed envelope while I sat down and Skyped with one of my Aussie mates to bemoan the misery that it was to be me.
Back the photo came, arriving on a Saturday when the Embassy was closed, still I opened it up happily enough, finally things could go forward... only to discover that my friend had miss-spelt my husbands surname. I am pleased to say that at this point I managed to laugh rather than throw another tantrum. I pondered - would the bureaucrat look closely at it? Could I alter it to the right spelling? Should I send her another photo? Should I give up the whole notion of a new name?
Sunday night I was sitting up in bed writing some notes to myself in my little notebook and what should fall into my lap but the original, correctly named photo.
I put on my shoes and caught the bus to the embassy with a light heart on Monday morning, certain that my new name was within sight. Unfortunately the very nice embassy lady informed me that although the British wedding certificate signifies to the Australian persons who care about such things that I am married, it is insufficient evidence for an Australian to change their name on a passport. I must send of a pile of papers to the Registry of Births Deaths and Marriages in the state I was born in and apply for a legal change of name before I can be Ms S.B-H.
So it was back to the paperwork for me.
At least the guarantor signatures on my passport application form remains valid for six months - and I am storing it in a safe place.