Dual nationality (part 2)

Almost forgot... While I was away being blown off hilltops in the Yorkshire Dales (forgetting that I had vowed never to trust the BBC weather website ever again), the response to my email enquiry to the Dutch ministry of justice came in. (Yeah, I'd almost forgotten about it, too, that was almost three weeks before. By the way, this picture is off the Yorkshire Dales website - the weather I faced wasn't quite as nice, unless you work for the BBC weather service. If you want an idea of what I faced, just take a long hot shower with the extractor switched off, then switch off the hot water.)



Seems like there are only three ways to hang on to my Dutch passport while swearing allegiance to the Queen and her successors:
1. I was born in the UK, so that's a no.
2. I lived in the UK for at least five continuous years before I became an adult. Mmmh, my girlfriend says I'm still a child, so that's a possibility, at least. Then again, they'd likely rule that out on legal grounds.
3. I am married with a UK citizen. To my credit, I kept a straight face when I suggested this to my girlfriend, but even so she said no (or words to that effect).

So I guess the plan is off, and someone else will have to become the first Green MP. Come to think of it, my grandad blew to pieces clearing up German landmines after WW2, so why should I now want to swear allegiance to a German? At least 'Trix, the Dutch queen, is only half-German. (When I was new to this country, someone came up to me and asked, "How's Trix?" I was impressed with his familiarity with Dutch royal matters, and so I answered - "She's fine, thanks." Only on reflection did I realize what he'd really meant, but I kept using this answer, as everyone thought it was hilarious. Yes, I know: English people are weird...

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What the hell was I thinking wanting to become one of them?)