Move Day, part 1
Happy St David's Day.......
Well belated!
I'm visiting Darling Daughter and just taking advantage of her whisking The Boy off to the bathroom for his evening ablutions.
The morning of Move Day wasn't quite full of excitement, more panic. UK driving licences have 2 parts; a plastic credit card thing and a paper section, presumably for any endorsements. (Actually I don't see the point of the paper section, surely all things can be recorded on the plastic thingy?) I was hiring a large vehicle to reacquire all my lovely 'stuff' from the storage facility and needed both parts of the licence, a credit card and I suppose my wits about me.
Well that task failed!
Gawd knows where I'd put my paper part of the licence and as it was Sunday, the hire company couldn't call the DVLA (Dept of Vehicles Licencing Agency) to verify my existence. Sitting in the car hire office a few days before Move Day the words were ringing in my ear;
'You are sure you have the paper section madam?'
oooh I just hate being a 'madam', when did I stop being a 'miss'......?
'err, yes, yes I have'
I'd seen it fairly recently, I'd taken it Stateside
'You ARE sure aren't you because I can call the DVLA now'
I'm not a naughty child you know!
'Yeess'
'They won't be open on Sunday and .....well...it's just....'
'No - prob - lem - Sir'
'Okay well as long as you have it'
'thank you, yesssss, I have it'
Could he see my gritted teeth do ya think??
Well there I was 8.30am Move Day. No paper section of my licence. Where WAS it. I knew I had it. I'd seen it! Oh bally hell.
I text a garbled but hopefully friendly message to CJ. Is it too early maybe?
Phew CJ texts back, they are getting ready to come over.
I confess that I can't find my paper section of my driving licence.
I suspect my text sounds panic sticken
It IS a panic, without the licence, no van, no van, no stuff, no stuff, no life..... aaaaaaaaaghhhhh....
CJ calls
CJ knows I'm in a panic without me saying a word.....
'what are you like?'
erm right now I'm not entirely sure.......
'I did have it, I did. I had it to take to the States and ......'
'Well it doesn't matter cos we'll come earlier and Martin can drive'
'But it's just that....'
'Martin can drive, what are you flapping about Missus?'
Well belated!
I'm visiting Darling Daughter and just taking advantage of her whisking The Boy off to the bathroom for his evening ablutions.
The morning of Move Day wasn't quite full of excitement, more panic. UK driving licences have 2 parts; a plastic credit card thing and a paper section, presumably for any endorsements. (Actually I don't see the point of the paper section, surely all things can be recorded on the plastic thingy?) I was hiring a large vehicle to reacquire all my lovely 'stuff' from the storage facility and needed both parts of the licence, a credit card and I suppose my wits about me.
Well that task failed!
Gawd knows where I'd put my paper part of the licence and as it was Sunday, the hire company couldn't call the DVLA (Dept of Vehicles Licencing Agency) to verify my existence. Sitting in the car hire office a few days before Move Day the words were ringing in my ear;
'You are sure you have the paper section madam?'
oooh I just hate being a 'madam', when did I stop being a 'miss'......?
'err, yes, yes I have'
I'd seen it fairly recently, I'd taken it Stateside
'You ARE sure aren't you because I can call the DVLA now'
I'm not a naughty child you know!
'Yeess'
'They won't be open on Sunday and .....well...it's just....'
'No - prob - lem - Sir'
'Okay well as long as you have it'
'thank you, yesssss, I have it'
Could he see my gritted teeth do ya think??
Well there I was 8.30am Move Day. No paper section of my licence. Where WAS it. I knew I had it. I'd seen it! Oh bally hell.
I text a garbled but hopefully friendly message to CJ. Is it too early maybe?
Phew CJ texts back, they are getting ready to come over.
I confess that I can't find my paper section of my driving licence.
I suspect my text sounds panic sticken
It IS a panic, without the licence, no van, no van, no stuff, no stuff, no life..... aaaaaaaaaghhhhh....
CJ calls
CJ knows I'm in a panic without me saying a word.....
'what are you like?'
erm right now I'm not entirely sure.......
'I did have it, I did. I had it to take to the States and ......'
'Well it doesn't matter cos we'll come earlier and Martin can drive'
'But it's just that....'
'Martin can drive, what are you flapping about Missus?'
I didn't know but knew this day was not going according to plan...........
6 Comments:
At 1:53 pm, DNR said…
Ugh!! It is good to have friends that will help.
Can't wait for the rest.
At 3:10 pm, Anonymous said…
What our dear Tanie failed to mention was that she also sent a text to say she was just drying her top and trousers whilst we were driving down. I'm assuming that Move Day part 2 goes into more detail on how we sat gaily chatting over a wonderful full English breakfst without realisisng we had a time deadline to get all the stuff out of storage - but I'll let her tell you about that one! Lets just say that we had one of us on 'Tanie' duty for the rest of the day as she panicked until we calmed her down.
At 3:29 pm, Anonymous said…
I went from a "miss" to a "ma'am" right around 22 or 23. I thought it too young to be called that, but by that time, I usually had a toddler in tow, so that made me look "responsible".
Where I'm from, one doesn't usually say "madame"- I'm not sure why. The only thing I think of when I hear madame is a house of ill-repute (as they say in the old western movies). Perhaps that's why we don't use it that much. Language is always interesting to me!
I hope the move went well, and all your paper work got to be in order- that's such a pain!
Hang in there!!
At 5:37 am, C-dell said…
You are right they can put the paper part on the plastic card. My endorsement are on my placstic driver's licence.
At 3:07 pm, Pink Icing said…
Typical c-dell, the British just love to create work for the silent civil servants, whom we pay a fortune for in salary and hefty pensions....
Ah yes LP, a Madame.... now there's a thought for some desperately needed cash..... I remember feeling very grown up when I had my daughter and I was referred to as a Mrs.
Oh dear CJ, yep I had better tell a bit more. Cept this library machine only lets me have 10 mins so I doubt whether I'll get more than 2 sentences......
I have got my lap top with me and I've been cruising the High St looking for an accessible wifi service. No luck so far.
Still have to get a service for home. Too much choice, all that's done is incapacitate me....
dnr - friends make my life really.
At 3:22 pm, Anonymous said…
You must be really busy- too busy for a new post, hmmmmmm?
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