Getting there slowly
Well, it's taking time, but there is progress being made in my attempts to find out what happened to the phantom Stargate DVDs allegedly delivered on 26 February.
I don't know if the Halifax have taken any action, after I complained to them; I suspect not. I have a small amount to pay off on that card and then they can have it back; I'd rather like a bit of customer support from people when I put a lot of business their way, thank you very much.
Anyway. While I would recommend against ever e-mailing Royal Mail for advice - I get a single response pretty much saying "It's not up to us, Guvnor" - a trip to the local sorting office is far more productive, even if it has to be done on a Saturday morning, or by taking time off work. I now have a photocopy of the delivery note, complete with signature. Apparently, Mr Bryan Lea can also be spelt A Christopoulous (or similar). Unfortunately, I do not know where this paragon of Greek virtue lives, so I can't nip round and see if he, she, or it has my DVDs.
Never mind. Provided I remember to take the paper into the office on Monday, together with something to prove my signature, probably a photocopy of the relevant page of my passport, I shall be faxing the details to Play.com who, whilst washing their hands of all the leg work, have at least offered to provide a replacement provided I can show that the item was delivered to the wrong place. Well, now I can show that the signature ain't mine - and at least it isn't even an attempt to forge it - and I expect that I can prove that there isn't an A Christopoulous at this address either. If they insist, the signatures on the tenancy agreement should do that.
God, but I'm having to put some effort into this "convenient on-line purchasing" thang...
I don't know if the Halifax have taken any action, after I complained to them; I suspect not. I have a small amount to pay off on that card and then they can have it back; I'd rather like a bit of customer support from people when I put a lot of business their way, thank you very much.
Anyway. While I would recommend against ever e-mailing Royal Mail for advice - I get a single response pretty much saying "It's not up to us, Guvnor" - a trip to the local sorting office is far more productive, even if it has to be done on a Saturday morning, or by taking time off work. I now have a photocopy of the delivery note, complete with signature. Apparently, Mr Bryan Lea can also be spelt A Christopoulous (or similar). Unfortunately, I do not know where this paragon of Greek virtue lives, so I can't nip round and see if he, she, or it has my DVDs.
Never mind. Provided I remember to take the paper into the office on Monday, together with something to prove my signature, probably a photocopy of the relevant page of my passport, I shall be faxing the details to Play.com who, whilst washing their hands of all the leg work, have at least offered to provide a replacement provided I can show that the item was delivered to the wrong place. Well, now I can show that the signature ain't mine - and at least it isn't even an attempt to forge it - and I expect that I can prove that there isn't an A Christopoulous at this address either. If they insist, the signatures on the tenancy agreement should do that.
God, but I'm having to put some effort into this "convenient on-line purchasing" thang...