Today we made progress with the last remaining bits of paperwork which needed sorting after Dad's death. I had hoped by going down to Paphos early I could get the electricity and PrimeTel bills changed over into Mum's name and the standing orders changed to the new bank accounts and the paperwork for the HMRC rubber stamped at the tax office but when we arrived at the main electricity board by the big roundabout in Paphos we queued and got our deli-counter style ticket which showed we had number 37 and the staff on the helpdesks were dealing with numbers 15 and 16. It was at this point I knew that were were in for a bit of a wait. There were basically only ever 2 people dealing with queries at any one time - occasionally we got excited when a third person pitched up but they seemed to work like a tag team so that then one of the original pair would disappear so we were back to two. The queue was like Topsy just growing and growing so it was nearly an hour and a half later when our number was called and we moved forward.
I had everything very firmly crossed that we had all the necessary paperwork to achieve our goal of changing over the bill and as it happened I did so after much form filling Mum eventually got the bill transferred into her name with future payments coming out of the new bank account but not before she had paid a €200 deposit! I queued up to pay this whilst Mum completed some signatures only to find that there was only one teller in situ - REALLY????? Oh what bliss is it to go to the office in Polis where I have yet to encounter a queue of more than about three people and whilst you are waiting everyone comes in and greets you and has a chat.
Our next port of call was the bank where we needed to get a bank statement which showed both mum's name and address and which I was going to scan and send over to HSBC in Yeovil. I had to do the Cypriot thing of double parking whilst Mum went in to get what we needed and even then the paperwork the bank supplied HSBC subsequently refused to accept it - typical.
From the bank we moved on to the tax office where the girl on reception was very helpful and after I had queued up and purchased some special 80 euro stamp for the form she took everything from me and said they would do the rest so I hope they do and then we can make sure Mum's tax is sorted. By now we had run out of time and so PrimeTel was going to have to wait. Bloody bloody bloody PrimeTel - I just know from my first visit this isn't going to be straightforward as I am sure they are going to insist on a solicitor's letter and last time I went the adjacent car-park was out of bounds and there was sod-all parking nearby.
Mum and I had a spot of lunch before playing pickleball - our session was cut short when a ball hit a scythe which was balancing off of a sensor and set the alarm off so we evacuated and called it a day. I had a cuppa with Mum and set up The Syndicate for her to watch as she has finished Love Lies and Records which she enjoyed and I thought this might be a bit similar in style.
We were out this evening with our neighbours and after a discussion about going Dutch we had to capitulate because they weren't having any of it. We ate at Yiannis in Kathikas - it was a nice evening, the food was ok, nothing outstanding as the emphasis seems to be more on quantity rather than quality - the trouble is he is such a nice man we would like to support him more often.
I had everything very firmly crossed that we had all the necessary paperwork to achieve our goal of changing over the bill and as it happened I did so after much form filling Mum eventually got the bill transferred into her name with future payments coming out of the new bank account but not before she had paid a €200 deposit! I queued up to pay this whilst Mum completed some signatures only to find that there was only one teller in situ - REALLY????? Oh what bliss is it to go to the office in Polis where I have yet to encounter a queue of more than about three people and whilst you are waiting everyone comes in and greets you and has a chat.
Our next port of call was the bank where we needed to get a bank statement which showed both mum's name and address and which I was going to scan and send over to HSBC in Yeovil. I had to do the Cypriot thing of double parking whilst Mum went in to get what we needed and even then the paperwork the bank supplied HSBC subsequently refused to accept it - typical.
From the bank we moved on to the tax office where the girl on reception was very helpful and after I had queued up and purchased some special 80 euro stamp for the form she took everything from me and said they would do the rest so I hope they do and then we can make sure Mum's tax is sorted. By now we had run out of time and so PrimeTel was going to have to wait. Bloody bloody bloody PrimeTel - I just know from my first visit this isn't going to be straightforward as I am sure they are going to insist on a solicitor's letter and last time I went the adjacent car-park was out of bounds and there was sod-all parking nearby.
Mum and I had a spot of lunch before playing pickleball - our session was cut short when a ball hit a scythe which was balancing off of a sensor and set the alarm off so we evacuated and called it a day. I had a cuppa with Mum and set up The Syndicate for her to watch as she has finished Love Lies and Records which she enjoyed and I thought this might be a bit similar in style.
We were out this evening with our neighbours and after a discussion about going Dutch we had to capitulate because they weren't having any of it. We ate at Yiannis in Kathikas - it was a nice evening, the food was ok, nothing outstanding as the emphasis seems to be more on quantity rather than quality - the trouble is he is such a nice man we would like to support him more often.
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