Sockhopper
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In 1980, I, a Canadian, married in London a Briton with whom I'd been living for 8 years in the English countryside. He was a botanist, I a member of an ancient British Guild of Crafsmen working with textiles After our civil wedding in our new London borough in a beautiful room, a month later my husband took our passports and marriage certificate to the Home Office to register me as a naturalized British citizen. (I was at work.) He returned home with my new citizenship status. What he did was just normal. As the spouse of a British citizen who resided in the UK with him, that was my automatic right. That night, we celebrated my new status at a new Italian restaurant 'round our corner which was rather trendy because it set out bowls of olives to have with wine before you placed your meal order. If you'd been told back then that in about 1985, Britain would create 5 levels of British citizenship (that took even lawyers 2 years to comprehend) you wouldn't have believed it.