Daily Prompt: Doing the right thing

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I was not going to do any blogging today. I decided to take the day off and make preparations for my visit to London next week. There are various documents to sort out and take with me and also I had a pile of ironing of stuff I want to take with me, as well as making sure that No. 1 son had everything. No.1 son is super. He might be autistic, but when I saw his closed case in his room neatley in a corner I knew that he had everything under cointrol for his holiday. I did a quick question and answer. The only thing not packed is the shaving gear because he will need it before he goes. He has his rucksack ready for a couple of sandwiches to take with him and something to drink, otherwise he is ready. It is a long coach journey, from 8.00 in the morning until about 6.00 in the evening to Italy from Switzerland, but he has done it at least 10 years annually, so no problem.

My dad passed away on 23rd June age 100 years and 7 months, yes, Brexit day, but he was always one for doing something special on memorable days, dear old dad. In the meanwhile I spent the afternoon looking through some life insurance documents that my dad gave me more than 30 years ago and they were then old, with nothing more to pay. I am not really in need of the insurance, as I organised and paid for everything many years ago in England.

There is now just some stuff to sort with the english authorities which I will do when in England, but no big deal. I decided to have a look at these insurance documents, and judging  by the print and the yellowed pages, they must have been established when I was born. I am approaching my 70th birthday. They are still valid, but I do not have a clue what they are worth, definitely not a fortune, but they can now be cashed in. I decided it is not worth the cost of a telephone call to London and will call them when in London. The addresses on the documents no longer exist, but I found the company on Internet. These documents were established in the good old days when you paid a weekly amount of a few shillings for an insurance and a guy would come and collect it at the door. Life in the East End of London amongst the cockneys and the working class was not done by bank transfers, no-one had a bank account. It was all neatly written in pencil or pen in books. I think it would perhaps be worth just keeping the insurance books and donating them to a museum.

I noted the various references with the telephone numbers in my iPhone, but will be taking the documents with me. I really do not want to do anything false. All this business is to be done by phone, no internet, to keep it safe probably. I have noticed in this whole maze of organisation that no-one calls me, although I left my telephone numbers everywhere. Even the guy doing the service in the chapel did it all by e-mail. He will be calling me personally when I am in London at my friend’s house as calling me direct on my mobile would incur Swiss long distance charges: even religion has to save money.

So 18 days will have passed until my dad is laid to rest – another great annoyance I have, but in England nothing, absolutely nothing, is organised. In Switzerland you have to wait so long if it is a criminal case where the person passed away under mysterious cicumstances, but it seems to be normal proceedings to wait almost a month in England if you are Church of England. If I had been jewish or muslim it would have all happened within 24 hours, the mind boggles.

Next week will probably be my last journey to England forever. I have no wish to return to England, have no wish to return to the english way of life, and no longer have connections to this country. I am now at the point when I just let things happen. If someone needs something from me, they can ask but I will not be rushing around, I am too old and tired for such stress. One thing I have realised with this mess of beaurocracy – the forest has too many trees for the authorities to see clearly.

Daily Prompt: Doing the Right Thing

12 thoughts on “Daily Prompt: Doing the right thing

  1. Goodness, you might be sitting on a fortune! I have heard that the undertakers are so busy in UK, with everyone dying, that is why it takes ages for a burial/cremation. My dad died on March 18 but the funeral wasn’t until almost 4 weeks later, due to busy crematorium….

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    • I find it disgusting to be quite honest, but the people at the funeral home are very nice and I am glad for the time at the moment, as I do have my own health problems. I noticed that burials take a long while in England. I could say a lot more, but out of respect I will say nothing more, but one day I will.

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  2. I am shocked that burials in England take so long. Luckily it did not inconvenience you too much but I imagine that for some families such long waits must be distressing. Your comment about the insurance man reminded me of the old ads for “The Man from The Pru’ “

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    • I am shocked at many things in England. Since I left almost 50 years ago, it England has slowed down. I have now discovered the best way is to just nod and say ok, and not get excited about it all. I am glad that I live in another country.

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  3. I’m really surprised at the long burial delay. I guess that’s one thing we have enough of around here … funeral homes. Oddly enough, I was awakened early this morning by someone trying to sell me burial insurance. Do they know something I should know?

    At least you are getting some time to deal with stuff in a relatively leisurely way, however peculiar it is to have a funeral so long delayed.

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    • I only just saw this remark – probably because I was away in England and things were happening. Things move slow in England and two weeks burial seems to be the normal thing. I decided not to get worked up about it, and I am sure it did not bother dad. I really had a lot less stress because of the waiting time. Could plan my journey to England and sort things. I had a small problem with getting the insurance money from the english insurance. I was not waiting for the money, but when I got the cheque sent it to my Swiss bank. Cheques are not so common now in Switzerland and of course they had a few objections and even charge me a small amount for dealing with all the details of the cheque. I phoned our man at the bank and complained. He said there was nothing he could do as it was all from head office, but he would definitely cancel the charges I should pay, which he did. In the meanwhile I sent the cheque to my friend in England and she paid it into my english bank account for me with absolutely no problem. Thank goodness I decided to keep that account in England. I can even draw money from it in Switzerland at the money machies.

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  4. I am so sorry to have missed this post about your dad passing away. No matter how old they or we are, it is still hard to let them go. My daddy passed away in 2012, just after his 71st birthday.

    I wish that I had seen this before I responded to your “Face” post. I was not meaning to be insensitive at all. I just didn’t know. 😦

    You’re in my prayers as you walk through this stage of life.

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    • My dad being in another country. I only saw him once a year. His time had just come. He had his health problems but he had a clear mind until the end. Thankfully he was not in great pain and just passed away in his sleep, although expected. I now no longer have close ties with England, and this was probably my last visit to my mother country.

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      • I am sorry to hear that you probably won’t be back to your mother country.

        I am glad that your daddy did not suffer in his passing. Going in one’s sleep is the ultimate way to go, I think. I wish it had been the same for my daddy. He died alone at home of a heart attack. Was anyone there with your dad when he passed? I am very glad to know that his mind was still clear. That gives hope for you, too, I am sure. And you sure seem pretty sharp witted to me. 🙂
        Have a blessed day.

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