Pigalina is Kiwilina

Although it was April Fools Day the Department of Internal Affairs made sure that my Citizenship Ceremony was in the afternoon – meaning it was unlikely to be an elaborate trick.

Yes, after 20 years in the country I can now officially call myself a New Zealander.  (It was purely slackness on my part, it usually doesn’t take that long.)

Here is a rare glimpse of Pigalina with Mayor Dave Cull.



Citizen Pigalina

Pigalina is British but has lived in New Zealand for 20 years next month. I already refer to New Zealanders as “us” and “we” so time to make it official.
This could have happened a number of years ago when the rest of my family were applying, but we all got way-laid and it was delayed for a year or so. Then, once it was back on track, I was informed that the previous offer to have the fee paid for me was rescinded – “You earn enough, you can pay for it yourself.”. Oh.
So, four years or so after the rest of my family, today I went to my appointment. I was out of there after ten minutes. I had expected it to take longer, especially with the questions in the form about if I have ever manufactured chemical weapons or been a member of a terrorist organization. Although I had ticked “No”.