Early morning for a change
(I’m still half asleep and haven’t checked for typos – enjoy) This is the kind of thing I see when I sit down at the desk first thing in the morning. It’s only 6.15 and I am thinking about putting the fan on already.
And these are the kinds of things I think when I write the blog first thing rather than the day before: We had a bit of a semi-successful day yesterday. We’re still on the trial of getting the bank card reissued and still trying to track down some acceptable proof of address. The bank here were very helpful but the address used there is simply: Name and Symi – which is to the point and accurate but not good enough for the other bank who insist it can’t be ‘Number, Post office’ (which is annoying as that is our address) and it can’t be in Greek, which is also annoying as that’s the address on the phone bill, the only utility bill with our name on it – the name is in Latin characters but the address is not.
Anyway… we did enquire at the bank about how to update the address on their records and were given a leaflet that lists all the things you will need in order to prove who you are, so they can then change the address – so then we can get a statement with that address on it and then send that to the overseas card company who may then accept it as long as it’s not in anything but Latin characters. Not everyone has an address such as: 37 Acacia Avenge, Little-Snoozing, BTW RUmad, Little England etc. etc.
Anyway, I checked back and found that the card company had previously accepted a bank statement from the UK, as proof of address so Neil rang that bank up and they said they would send him a recent statement, even though he hasn’t used that account for years and we thought it had been closed. The address written on that is ‘The Symi Post Office…. Etc.’ but they (the card company) accepted that last time, so hopefully they will do so again.
Oh, but I said that yesterday was semi-successful, what was the successful part? Well, we went to see the accountant to make sure our tax returns had been done, and they have, and Neil’s entitled to some money back from the Greek tax office! At least that was some kind cause for celebration, once we’d picked ourselves up off the floor.
Anyway, it’s now 6.27 (I’m not used to writing these in the morning) so I’m off to get on, as it were.
