Oh Ana , typical Phoenix complications!
We had the chance to go on holiday, all paid for my my (then) boss. Himself's passport was out of date. sent it off with a rather moth eaten birth certificate, which was rejected. Time running out, tried to get another birth cert. All seemingly relevant register offices drew a blank.Mr P's mother was alive at the time, although not always totally on the ball! Phone call ensued:
Me: Hello Rose, when you registered Mr P's birth, did he have another name, or a middle name?
Her: No, just
Me: What was his date of birth?
Her: 17th November
Now, I was particularly pleased at this stage as I felt that I had caught her on a good day!
Me;OK, so what year?
Her: Oh, now you're asking!
The new birth cert was sent straight to the passport office, and luckily we were able to go on holiday, but there is still much discussion within the family as to whether he was born in 1954 or 1955 