Three plus nine equals twelve. Did you notice the date
today? I don’t know what you call it but I do like it.
You’ve no idea how hard it is to get someone at a post
office to sign a piece of official paper from the Post Office back home in NZ;
that proved we are who we say we are.
OK step back a few months. If you are sitting comfortably,
then I’ll begin
We have used the address of daughter number two as our
mailing address back in NZ. Said
daughter moved several months ago, so we needed to change our mailing address.
Sounds simple. Well mostly it has been. All it took was an email, or even a
phone call. That is until it came to our bonus bonds. Now, we didn’t want to actually access the money
involved, just to change the mailing address. When I made the original phone
call the person I spoke to back home in NZ said that mail had been returned so
we did need to change the address. Well we knew that didn’t we?
Trouble is itI not something we can do in a phone call. So
what do we do?
Print off the required form and take it into a Bank or post
office over here
and have them do the verifying. Simple. Not.
Why so. Well on Saturday morning we went in to the local Post Office here t Crystal Palace and were
met with a ‘sorry but this branch is not authorised
to do this kind of thing’ despite me arguing the toss with the chappie
behind the counter we came out frustrated and signatureless. Bugga.
So The Man took his passport and his paperwork in with him
today. And I took mine. Oh did I fail to mention that as the bonds are in both
our names we both have to have ourselves verified.
So at lunch time today I walked all the way to the other end
of Canary Wharf where a very helpful teller at the bank where we are customers,
and within minutes I was able to walk out with my completed paperwork. And The
man? Well he had a similar pleasant experience at a branch of this bank near to
his work.
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