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Friday, 4 September 2020
Yet more French Bureaucracy.
Regular readers may remember the frustration I am experiencing with some silly Post Office savings account I have; about which I wrote on Aug 19th.
Since then I have returned to the Post Office on numerous occasions; the last being yesterday when I was expecting to simply pick-up my savings book with the interest added.
Of course I should have known better. Yet again they wanted more information and more signatures. It really has become a joke. The amount of money I'm spending on petrol will soon surpass the amount in my account.
This time they wanted details of my UK bank account..... goodness knows why, it's not the sort of information I divulge happily. I ended-up giving them details of my French account.
I'm now just off to see them again with all their latest requests! More anon...
I'm now back from the Post Office. I gave the nice lady what she wanted, and she told me that my money would be credited to my bank account, and my Post Office account was now CLOSED. When I asked why, she didn't seem to know, but said that if I wanted another account I'd have to fill in more forms. NO BLOODY THANK YOU.
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...
1 day 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!