Bloody red tape

Our search continues, and we have had responses to our enquiries ‘outside the box’.
We appear to be doing a bureaucratic two-step, ie one step forward and one step back, thus getting absolutely nowhere.
Reading literature was confusing as it countered itself on other pages, and we were up against a chicken and egg scenario. We needed one set of paperwork, but could not get it without a permanent address. We have no permanent address, but to get one we needed the paperwork! This bloody red tape is choking us.
A thunderstorm hit us Thursday night at 11pm. We were still discussing our problems at 2.30, and having failed to get a sensible amount of kip hours in, we were up at 5 going through the motions and trying to come up with some positive thinking.
Our friend (got up at 8am) offered to have the dog for the day, and we set off, doubtful, cautious, anxious and nauseous.
Our aim was to talk to people in the know, present our case, and to do so, we dressed smart (or as smart as our canvas wardrobe would permit, but we looked presentable and Hubby’s Veteran Badge was a nice finishing touch).

We got back to base at 8pm, chinese takeout in hand, a fist of yet more paperwork, but happy as we had got results.
We parted with a LOT of money (not bribes!) in official documentation applications. We put down a deposit (!!!) .
Everything hinges on the survey being carried out next Friday, to which Hubby has been invited.

I rang my brother in NZ and we both joyously sang Happy Birthday down the phone in the car. He’s 70 today, and hopefully on a surprise fishing trip organised by my sister-in-law for the weekend. He was pleased for us.

To be continued…………………………………

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have recently lost our beloved dog Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney, and now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of my GSD so had hers done too. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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5 Responses to Bloody red tape

  1. janegundogan says:

    Looking forward to the rest of your story.

    Feeling positive for you.

  2. Oh, there’s hope, there’s hope!! There’s always hope. And I truly believe that there must be a very good reason why the two of you – or rather the three of you – have been run through the mill. Finger crossed that reason is a home that will be just what you need and have dreamed about.
    Waiting with bated breath …
    🙂

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