Surely it's not that hard

This week Trudi and I renewed our binding nominations for our superannuation. Fascinating, I know. Every three years, we each have to tell our super funds that if we die, our super money is to go to our estates, rather than allowing the super fund to decide who it goes to.

So.

Even though we have different super funds, each of our forms required that our signature be witnessed by two people.

So.

When Trudi was at our bank for another reason, she asked the bank dude and his colleague to witness her signature. They were reluctant. They seemed frightened. Trudi was persuasive so they did it.

Yesterday we went to the Preston library so the girls could let off steam. They like to tear up and down the kids' section. The librarian was afraid to witness my signature, because it seemed scary. not sure what she was scared of. She would not ask any of her colleagues to come over and see what they thought. We I intended to do mine yesterday, by going to a post office. They seem kind of official and used to this stuff. But I forgot. Today I met Sonia and Karina, and I forgot to ask them. Forgot forgot.

So, this afternoon I left Trudi and the napping girls and took my form out to be signed and witnessed. First I went to the Preston police station. The dude there was lovely - really helpful and kind, but unfortunately he was on his own. He recommended the post office. The rain started again. I walked around to the Preston Post Office. Nope, they don't witness signatures. They said I should go to the pharmacy.

Off I trot to the pharmacy, through the thickening gloom on a small storm. The stony-faced person at the counter in the High St Pulse pharmacy (yes I am naming names: I had a long afternoon) said that the pharmacist would witness forms between 9 and 3, and it was 4.30. She was not interested in doing it herself because she "had better things to do". She said to go to the local MP's office. I did not go there. Too far in the rain.

I went to the Preston council offices. Nope, can't do it. It is not to do with council business. Grr.

So I went back to the library, on the way to the car. I asked the lovely guy behind the desk if he would do it, and he said "Yes, sure!". Then I asked if he could ask a colleague and he said "Yep, hey come over here and witness this" and they did it on the spot, no worries.

So the summary is that everyone is a pillock, puling and afraid of shadows, except for some lovely librarians.

And so to bed.