If my blog is quiet it’s because i’m still wading through the mass of bizarre paperwork involved when one moves to Britain.
I was chuckling last week at a story on Dina’s blog about the perils of buying a flat in Mumbai where you can be refused a property if you’re not vegetarian. I don’t have that problem (kinda wish I didâ€”the vegetarian thing would have worked out just fine for me!) But instead Bryan and I seem to have moved into a flat that that doesn’t really exist and at the same time, has bad credit.
For starters, our postcode is wrongâ€”except it’s not. All the lovely folks we need to pay money to like the council tax, TV license and power company know exactly where our flat is. Everyone else, says our postcode is incorrect so sorryâ€”you can’t sign up for this and that until you provide us with a postcode our computer system will accept. On top of that, the last tennant seems to have vanished leaving a slew of unpaid bills that are of courseâ€”wait for itâ€”linked to our postcode. I don’t think you can get by more than a day in this country without a firm (and typically mandatory) request for your postcode from someone or other; and woe are you if you can’t provide it!
So in a nutshell, we don’t live here but since we do; we have bad credit
To think we had briefly discussed moving to France instead but gave up on the idea due to the legendary French paperwork and bureaucracy. Ah, the joys of the expat lifestyle!
(Little Britain Live! – Computer Says No on YouTube)