Filling it In
I'm quite good at filling in forms. When they're other people's, that is. When they're mine I just can't bear it. So I tend to put it off and off, even - as with the insurance policy that's just matured - there's quite a bit of dosh there for the asking.
When I took out the policy in 1994 it was supposed to pay Emily's way through university blah blah and now, of course, it won't, but the money will still come in useful to help with the odd tin of baked beans etc.
A form arrived in early September saying the policy was due to mature at the beginning of November and please fill in this claim form and send it back with the original policy document.
Now why do they need the original policy docment? They know I've got the policy: they sold it to me for goodness' sake and they've just sent me a letter with the policy number on it. At the time I was more preoccupied with the Communist's illness than with filling in the wretched form, so I put it somewhere and have spent the rest of September, plus October and November and half of December, idly wondering where that place might be.
Usually I'm quite well-organised with such things and I had a good guess that the policy document might be in a hanging file in the filing cabinet labelled Scrooge Insurance or similar. But I never actually got round to looking: just kept searching from time to time for the letter with the claim form. Never found it.
Today I thought, oh HELL, I'd better deal with the wretched thing since it matured over a month ago.
Bravely I looked in the filing cabinet and there, sure enough, was a file labelled Scrooge Insurance.
And there, in the file, was the original policy document. Hurrah!
And there, in the file, next to the original policy document, was the letter with the claim form.
I had filed it in the proper place when it arrived. I think the correct expression here is "Doh!"
Anyway, I've filled it in now, and I hated every moment, and I bet it will get lost in the Christmas post.
When I took out the policy in 1994 it was supposed to pay Emily's way through university blah blah and now, of course, it won't, but the money will still come in useful to help with the odd tin of baked beans etc.
A form arrived in early September saying the policy was due to mature at the beginning of November and please fill in this claim form and send it back with the original policy document.
Now why do they need the original policy docment? They know I've got the policy: they sold it to me for goodness' sake and they've just sent me a letter with the policy number on it. At the time I was more preoccupied with the Communist's illness than with filling in the wretched form, so I put it somewhere and have spent the rest of September, plus October and November and half of December, idly wondering where that place might be.
Usually I'm quite well-organised with such things and I had a good guess that the policy document might be in a hanging file in the filing cabinet labelled Scrooge Insurance or similar. But I never actually got round to looking: just kept searching from time to time for the letter with the claim form. Never found it.
Today I thought, oh HELL, I'd better deal with the wretched thing since it matured over a month ago.
Bravely I looked in the filing cabinet and there, sure enough, was a file labelled Scrooge Insurance.
And there, in the file, was the original policy document. Hurrah!
And there, in the file, next to the original policy document, was the letter with the claim form.
I had filed it in the proper place when it arrived. I think the correct expression here is "Doh!"
Anyway, I've filled it in now, and I hated every moment, and I bet it will get lost in the Christmas post.
posted by Daphne at 7:33 pm
3 Comments:
Yippee....so I'll get choc finger biscuits AS WELL AS jaffa cakes next visit.
It's interesting that they've not written to remind you to get your money but they'd have sent 10 threatening letters if you'd missed a payment !
Ian
Forms? Want to help us fill in the forms for grant help from Orkney Council? We really could do with assistance
Yes, Ian - we may even stretch to a bit of shortbread as well. You're quite right about the lack of reminders!
Malc - - I think you might need a tiny bit more specialist knowledge than I've got, sadly. Though if you're ever planning on going into tadpole husbandry, I'm your woman.
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