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…………………………………