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Wednesday, 19 August 2020
French bureaucracy is legendary.
I recently received a letter telling me that I hadn't used my Post Office Savings account for over 10 years, and that if I didn't go to see them with masses of papers within the next few weeks; they'd pocket all my money.
I took what I thought was needed, but, OF COURSE, it wasn't right. It never is!
They needed proof of my identity, and a bill with my name and address of less that 3 months old, which I provided; but they decided that it wasn't the right one. If I couldn't find a replacement, the alternative was horrendous; I would need Lady M to provide bizarre papers, and even more proof of domicile, identity papers, her grandfather's inside leg measurement, etc.
Once home, and my blood pressure settled, I remembered that my telephone/internet bill was in my name (most of our bills aren't) so I searched for a recent one. Then I remembered that we no longer have paper bills; only online ones.
So, I thought I'd better print one off.
I found the page, typed in my log-in Email address, then they wanted a password.... I couldn't remember it.
I then asked for a new password, which they say will come BY POST in 7 days.
This is all very simple in comparison with some French bureaucracy. You dare not throw away any papers, receipts, invoices, etc, for generations. You need to know your family tree back to the time of Napoleon, with all birth/death, marriage dates, etc.
It's a bloody nightmare. If I don't get my new password, I'll let them keep my bloody money; it'll be worth it, just to be rid of them!
It’s dawn over Trelawnyd.
The sky looks like one *Turner *would have painted with big clouds tinged
with pink and blue.
I’ve just taken *Dorothy *outside...
6 days ago
The difference between an optimist and a pessimist, is that the optimist enjoys himself whilst waiting for the inevitable! I AM that optimist!
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I was born just south of London, but for the past 46 years I've lived in S W France. I am a painter by profession, and writer by desire. Lady Magnon and I live in an ancient cottage, in a tiny village, in perfectly tranquil countryside. We have a vegetable garden called 'Haddock's' (this may crop up from time to time), plenty of fruit trees, and a view that takes the breath away; we also have a Border Collie called Billy. I try to treat our planet with respect, and encourage others to do likewise (without preaching).
Contentment is a glass of red, a plate of charcuterie, and a slice of good country bread. Perfect!