Sunday 29 April 2012

Thursday 26 April 2012

Pensions in France (2)

For those who've read the other post re pensions in France this is an update.
Having sent off all the reams of stuff requested by the two different people dealing with my pension request I now have received more paperwork from yet another person, this time one based in Paris.  I might add that it came twice, in 2 separate envelopes but since it's exactly the same paperwork do I fill in both lots and send them back or keep one for my records???  Decisions, decisions.

This lot wants to know 1   bank details.....they already have them but not apparently in Paris
                                   2   details of when I worked in France.... already have this but obviously not in Paris
                                   3   a check list of (I think) contributions to the social security system





So no more blogging until I get this lot completed and in the post.

PS Do any French government departments communicate with another?

Ha! It's a week or so later and I receive another letter, this time to say my pension request has been noted.  Guess where this letter came from  ............ Rouen?     wrong.  Paris?     wrong. This is from an office in Angers.  Work that one out because I can't.  I still haven't been informed if I am actually going to get any sort of pension but even if I do it won't be much as I only worked for a year.

Thought....... we have to go through all this again when my husband's paperwork comes through!

23.05.2012

Well it was all worth it because I'm getting a French pension starting in December......though I had more paperwork to sign to say I wanted to receive the pension.


Postscript!!!   beginning June 2012

Got a letter from Rouen returning my last form because I had signed 2 out of 3 options instead of just one!  And if I'd only looked properly I could have seen it.  I signed to have both 47% of pension from March 2012 and 50% of pension from 12/2012 so I have corrected that one and sent it off again. Let's hope I have finally got it right.




















Thursday 5 April 2012

Oh, to be in England

If we do move permanently to France I shall miss springtime, which I don't think is quite the same in France.  Pictures of RHS Harlow Carr taken last week.  I'm not sure there's a garden like it in France.












Sunday 1 April 2012

Pensions in France

The French have a reputation for being over bureaucratic.  I wonder why?
Because I worked for a year in France and now have a UK pension, I have filled in the paperwork to see if I can have a French pension, albeit a tiny one. Yesterday I got a reply...... not only do I have a form to fill in with my bank details but it must be signed by the bank manager.  This is going to be tricky because it's a French bank account and we are not going to France till after the paperwork deadline.  I shall have to send a bank statement and hope that's enough.
Plus they have asked which 'base' I come under.  I haven't a clue and can't work it out from  my payslip so I shall have to send a payslip in and hope they can work it out.  My daughter in France wasn't sure about this at all.
And....typically French this.....I have to get a signed document from the town hall to prove who I am.  I have no idea what the town hall staff will make of it but the French do so love an official stamp!
So that's tomorrow taken care of as I try to ensure I have covered all bases and sent as much paper as I think they'll need.

Later:
The town hall staff sent me to 'election' and strangely enough that was the correct department.  The lady who dealt with me had a thick file of similar attestations, some French, some German and some Italian.  She told me she preferred the forms from Italy because they were so simple and clear to fill in.  Now who'd have thought that?  She makes photocopies for her file and for me and returns the original, now correctly filled in. 

One week later:
I am just about ready to send off my pension stuff when a whole lot more arrives.  I have very little idea what it's about so I may have to go and get help from the Frenchman who lives up the road.  Some is about my children but since their ages go from 40 to 31 years I hope I don't have to fill in all of that lot.

Friday
I have just been to see our friendly neighbourhood Frenchman who looked over the papers and attempted to tell me what is needed.  Alas, they do want copies of my children's birth certificates and since one is in France, one in Hong Kong and a third in Dublin for Easter it's going to take some time to get copies.  I really don't understand why they need details of my adult children.

A week later still
Well, the daughter in France emailed her certificate.  Eldest son is still away.  Younger daughter finally 'got' on the phone and she announces I lost hers years ago.  Am puzzled by this since she has a passport and surely she needed a certificate for that?  Still I'm just her Mum and so take the blame!

Monday
Ring Lincoln register office for copies of younger 2 children's certificates.  In order to get them asap it costs me £46 but they should be here tomorrow.  Remaining son is back from Hong Kong so leave message on his phone for urgent copy of said certificate.

NB Must make sure I keep all copies.....we'll have to do this all again for D's pension in France.

Tuesday    the birth certificates have arrived.  leave another message on son's voicemail.









 

LA BELLE SAISON

Just finished a super book, full of food, weather, hard work, love, loss, heart ache, wine..... ........just about everything which makes me want to live in France. Granted I couldn't cope with living in the south...too hot by far and the mistral!  No way.

But books such as La Belle Saison by Patricia Atkinson


the Peter Mayle books about Provence 

or the Carol Drinkwater Olive Farm Trilogy certainly whet the appetite for French rural life.  What could be better than working from dawn till dusk on your olive farm or vineyard only to have a hail storm wreck everything?  No, seriously folks, it's not all bad.  The compensations of good fellowship with equally hard-working neighbours, who will support you through the bad times and celebrate with your good times cannot be measured.  And the food, the wine, the cheese!!!!

French rural life  encompasses hunting...la chasse...mushroom hunting (no good to me I hate mushrooms), fishing, collecting fruit and all the domestic goddess activities of bottling and preserving; growing your own naturellment, for organic fruit and vegetables; the local wines and cheeses; local celebrations to enjoy.  Brilliant!


We have a house in rural France, not isolated but in a 'hameau' tacked on to a hamlet so small it doesn't even boast a boulangerie or tabac.  That necessitates having a car so, as we get older, we'll have to make decisions about where to move ..... we'll need to move into town so we can have access to local services, doctor, pharmacie, supermarket, entertainment etc. but where?


Sometimes we wander around Vichy and dream.  I wonder what it costs to live in the Old Town?  I would love that.

All this stays on hold until my parents die....what a sobering thought.  My Mother  asked me the other day when we were going to retire and I could hardly say, 'When you're dead!' so I told her the bishop wanted us to stay till D is 70 and, you never know, that might be when we can go.


So, until then, I must make do with my books.  I'm looking for the first book Patricia Atkinson wrote, so back to dreaming.


Images from Amazon so look inside function probably won't work.