The Red Tape Doth Choketh

Some things just beggar belief, and although we are finishing today on a ‘good’ note, it has been frustratingly tedious in trying to do the simplest thing like notify a change of address.
First stop was The Bank.
You would think that going in with photographic ID and with everything reliant on computerization it would be a matter of a few minutes to tap in a new address detail.
Twenty five minutes.

Next was the Council offices, a point of contact for Hubby’s disability payments.
Two phone numbers, and we were invited to use their phone as we may have ‘to hold’.
Twenty minutes for the first call, and thirty five for the second as the number had been changed to…………… the same as the first as they are now an amalgamated department.
Killing a third bird with the same visit, we notified the council that we will be moving our boat and therefore no longer liable for paying Council Tax.
Note: we are at least the fourth resident here to advise them to this effect. Someone might start to notice now.

This afternoon we have been running around organising storage facilities, and grateful not to have loads of stuff. In fact, what we wish to store should fit easily in the 16 sq foot locker we have secured.
Once back at the boat, we wrote umpteen letters and sorted out paperwork.
We have quite a pile for a nice little bonfire!

This evening we have been wrapping jigsaw puzzles for charity. Some were those we’d helped complete, and they are clingfilmed on boards for sale so that purchasers can see how big they are when finished and also that all the pieces are there.

It’s been quite a day.
Tomorrow is set for yet more sorting out.


About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and have a terrible sweet tooth. Best friends are Hubby, our dog Maggie, Bro in NZ, MSM and MOH (and his dog). I am also a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! Due to a nightmare of a house sale in 2014, 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat until April 2017. We made strong friendships both on and off the water, and enjoyed swan and duck families for neighbours. Sadly times change and we were once again house hunting until September. We now reside in a small bungalow a short distance from the beach on the Lincolnshire coast.
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2 Responses to The Red Tape Doth Choketh

  1. Did I miss a post? Are you officially moving before your contract expiration?

    • No, you haven’t missed a post Kate. It’s been an awful week but yes, we have decided to move the boat before our contract expires (we wouldn’t get a refund anyway) but with the start of the season shortly and a decent broker (who says he has a waiting list of people looking for Sea Otters like ours) we are ‘bowing out’ of boating on our own terms rather than leave it to the last minute and miss the ‘sale boat’ (oh these puns are coming fast and furious today!!) It’s not what we wanted, but the financial side of it is highly probable to worsen and then we would really be in trouble.

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