I think I have just completed a quest I have been meaning to undertake for a long time.
It involves solicitors and frankly they are a breed I would rather avoid.
It’s not that I have had any bad experiences with them in the past; in fact the opposite is true. They were very helpful [and cheerful] in my last Circuit Court defence where I was cleared of all charges. A different firm handled things expertly when it came to an inheritance. What I have against them is that they are so fucking complicated and legal.
My latest problem such as it was, was down to our local solicitor retiring. I got a very nice letter from her announcing the fact and that all my documents had been passed on to another firm fucking miles away. I had never heard of them but apparently they now hold my Wills and far more important, the Deeds to The Manor. I don’t like having someone I have never heard of in a distant town holding such important shit so I decided to move them [the documents, not the solicitors], unless of course they have been lost.
I contacted a local solicitor. I got a very cheerful email in return saying that there was no problem whatsoever. Of course they would request that my file be repatriated in the village. All I had to do is prove I am who I say I am. This is apparently a legal requirement.
Now this isn’t as simple as you would imagine. A photo identity is required. That’s no problem as I have a driving licence, even if the photograph on it makes me look like I hang around outside a girls’ school with a dirty mackintosh on. Herself is a different kettle of frogs however. No licences or anything like that. To complicate matters she hates any photograph of herself lying around and will tear ’em up if she finds one. She’s weird like that.
I eventually found an old identity card that would have to do. I scanned both cards.
But then they want proof of address. Just photograph a bill says they. That’s all very well but I don’t get any bills any more. All my regular stuff is either paid by standing order of by the Credit Union and all I get is an email which proves nothing [as any scammer will tell you].
Finally I got a bill. Well, it wasn’t really a bill, it was a nice cheerful letter from Revenue about Property Tax. I scanned it before tearing it up and burning it so I hope the scan will suffice. If it doesn’t, I’m back to square one.
This morning I finally sent off a whole bunch of attached files which will probably clog up the local Interweb.
I may not like ’em as a breed but they are handy to have around.
Just in case.