I couldn’t put off the rescheduling of my flight home any longer. I was cutting it close as it was. London is distractingly wonderful but lacks what the west coast of Canada has in abundance.
Unfortunately, the flight change would push my departure date passed my passport expiry date. And with a few horror stories of Canadian travellers arriving home on other passports, I was immediately entered into the overseas passport renewal game. The initial frustration of this inconvenience was ameliorated by the possibility that the queue at the passport office at the Canadian Consulate in Trafalgar Square would be considerably shorter than any in Canada.