OK, after yesterday's question on FB about emigrating to the Netherlands, I now have many answers.
Today has been frenetic to say the least.
A guy called Kris has been a massive help.
OK, first I spoke with Kris on the phone, this set me on the road. I knew what I had to do.
After this I went out, slightly confused but with a clearer picture, to teach some old folks in sheltered housing how to get the best from their ipads, take photos, save them, add addresses to their phones and much more, this is my Tuesday good deed.
While I was away my wife rang Deventer Gemeentehuis and they said we needed a passport, birth certificate and marriage certificate - stamped! WHAT??
All my blood drained away. Fucking nightmare.
And so the nightmare began; town hall couldn't do it, magistrates court couldn't do it but the Registration Office could in Milton Keynes but it would take a week to process and send back in the post. It could be speeded up via a solicitor (£150) and if I fetched it myself from London it would save a day! WTF? There was also a cost for the stamp, I didn't even ask about that!
To say I was deflated is an understatement!
So, the missus rang the Gemeentehuis again, spoke to another person who whilst she talked had a slip put in front of her saying as EU nationals, we didn't need a stamp. This was later confirmed by this Kris guy. I love this man!!!
You could hear the blood gushing back into my system from the other side of Sheffield.
The upshot is, we go to Holland in a couple of days, register on Wednesday and come back Thursday to avoid any complications Brexit might cause at the customs.
Everything else, driving licence, banking etc pales into insignificance. I can cope with that but when English solicitors are involved, it drags on and on.
Turned out it only costs £30 to get a Registration stamp and £5 postage but it takes between 4 and 14 days depending on so as usual, nobody has a clue as to what they are doing. You get rid of training and this is what happens, half trained dickheads who think they know everything in jobs where they are expected to dish out the correct advice but can get away with saying "I'm not sure, I'll transfer you to another department".
I am exhausted, a bag of nerves, wondering whether I've made the right decision. Its the first time in my life I've ever doubted a decision I've taken myself, and I fucking hate that!!
The photos are of something nice. I need something nice after today's shitshower.
Today has been frenetic to say the least.
A guy called Kris has been a massive help.
OK, first I spoke with Kris on the phone, this set me on the road. I knew what I had to do.
After this I went out, slightly confused but with a clearer picture, to teach some old folks in sheltered housing how to get the best from their ipads, take photos, save them, add addresses to their phones and much more, this is my Tuesday good deed.
While I was away my wife rang Deventer Gemeentehuis and they said we needed a passport, birth certificate and marriage certificate - stamped! WHAT??
All my blood drained away. Fucking nightmare.
And so the nightmare began; town hall couldn't do it, magistrates court couldn't do it but the Registration Office could in Milton Keynes but it would take a week to process and send back in the post. It could be speeded up via a solicitor (£150) and if I fetched it myself from London it would save a day! WTF? There was also a cost for the stamp, I didn't even ask about that!
To say I was deflated is an understatement!
So, the missus rang the Gemeentehuis again, spoke to another person who whilst she talked had a slip put in front of her saying as EU nationals, we didn't need a stamp. This was later confirmed by this Kris guy. I love this man!!!
You could hear the blood gushing back into my system from the other side of Sheffield.
The upshot is, we go to Holland in a couple of days, register on Wednesday and come back Thursday to avoid any complications Brexit might cause at the customs.
Everything else, driving licence, banking etc pales into insignificance. I can cope with that but when English solicitors are involved, it drags on and on.
Turned out it only costs £30 to get a Registration stamp and £5 postage but it takes between 4 and 14 days depending on so as usual, nobody has a clue as to what they are doing. You get rid of training and this is what happens, half trained dickheads who think they know everything in jobs where they are expected to dish out the correct advice but can get away with saying "I'm not sure, I'll transfer you to another department".
I am exhausted, a bag of nerves, wondering whether I've made the right decision. Its the first time in my life I've ever doubted a decision I've taken myself, and I fucking hate that!!
The photos are of something nice. I need something nice after today's shitshower.
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