Play it again, Sam

Well, here it is ... again. Six months (almost to the day) after dad first began trying to secure your exit from Brazil and now at the ripe old age of 14 months, Sam, you've just received your third passport.

Of course, the first British one turned out to be a rather cruel joke on the part of her majesty's government. But arriving early this morning, and by personal courier no less, was your second and, for the next five years at least, your final British passport. This can be added to your Certificate of Registration as a British Citizen to prove decisively, conclusively, officially and exhaustively, that as well as being a Brazilian you are also now a Brit !

So that's you sorted. Just need to get a few parental loose ends tidied up and then we can consign visa and nationality status traumas to the dustbin of history.

In the meantime, it's a little ironic that out of the three of us, right now you're the only one who's able to leave the UK, since both mum and dad's passports are in the unhurried hands of the border control bureaucrats.

Going anywhere nice ?