2008-01-11

I’m now staying at Tim and Emma Walker’s place in London. Tim is the guy that found me and got me over to Britan for the job.
Tim discovered that the tax-period for the car had gone out. This is a little bit scary because the car is not allowed to be on the road and can be towed away if a parking attendant sees it. Even worse is to be stopped by the police. They can give you up to a 2000£ fine.

The guy in the post office called his boss when I showed my papers. The boss took a look at them and shocked his head. Insurance Policy was printed on my papers and it should say Insurance Certificate and be signed. I asked him if I could let my insurance company fax it from Sweden but he said now, he wanted the original.

So here I stood in the black hole of British bureaucracy wanting, but not allowed to pay tax that I must pay. Oh yeah! The clock was about half past four and my insurance company would close in half an hour when I called and got to talk to this really good seller. I mailed here a British insurance document and she remade mine so it became the same standard. She then mailed it back so I could print it. That’s what I call good service.

However the post office was closed so I must wait until tomorrow before I can try again. Tim has made a fantastic dinner tonight and we stayed up for a while, talking about life in his English living room.

/Johan