“It’s like Plato once said…It doesn’t matter how the fuck you get there, as long as you get there” —Conrad Brean
Three things have happened in the couple days since I wrote the previous ILR post.
Yesterday, the Home Office sent a response to the Pre-Action Protocol to the “bad cop lawyer,” dismissing it and saying that the process would be resolved through the administrative review request, which – the letter noted – was only 4 weeks into its six month expected duration. The review, it said, would be decided “in due course.”
I didn’t find that particularly encouraging.
Once I got done wishing ill on all forms of intransigent bureaucracy, I forwarded the response on to the “good cop lawyer.” We agreed that the likely outcome was that I’d need to reapply on return from my business travel next week.
This morning, I sent a follow up email to our MP, explaining the response I’d received and asking her (office) if she could reengage and offer additional assistance. I explained the upcoming business travel and provided the evidence her staff requested.
And went back to waiting.
While sitting at my desk writing a document, my phone buzzed. Twice.
It was a message from the “good cop lawyer” saying “Hi Dan. I am pleased to advise that a decision has now been taken on your Administrative Review…”
…I hesitated a moment at the line break…
“…and ILR has been granted.”
I went back and read it again.
And it didn’t change.
I opened the letter from the home office…
Dear Mr Berger
Your application for administrative review has succeeded.
You have been granted indefinite leave to remain. I enclose your approval letter.
“Is very strange. I have been in the revenge business so long, now that it’s over, I don’t know what to do with the rest of my life.”
Continue to Part 4…