Sorry for the long absence I have been waging a war against the world. In true Joolz fashion I have been fighting the forces of darkness. However unlike the usual Joolz I have caved on the big stuff so I can win the smaller stuff. This is where the 'picking your battles' part comes in. You see it's all about priorities.
When I was looking to buy a house I did a full secret squirrel search on properties including research into planning permission on neighbouring plots. To my horror, a few years after I moved in, I discovered my neighbour-but-one was starting to build something. So I checked on the local council planning application list for that address and nothing came up apart from a shop sign application (the plot is in the shops garden) and an application for 4 two storey houses that was refused. I rang the council and they had nothing on their records. Then someone from their office rang me back a week or so after and said 'we have nothing on our system, what are they up to?' in a mock-british-bobby voice (I expected him to say 'ello, 'ello, 'ello what's going on 'ere then?). So i filled them in and off the investigation went. When I called them a month later I was told 'why Ms Bojangles that planning permission had been granted long before you moved in .... it was always on our system .... you must have searched incorrectly ... sorry it seems all logs of your telephone calls have disappeared' and when I checked the information was suddenly there, right above the application for the shop sign and the first refusal. The council refused to escalate the issue and when i asked for time-stamped data entry documents they provided me with very wishy washy bits of paper. No time-stamp, it looked just like any old excel print-out. So what would you do? I now have houses looking into my garden. I dropped this one, I planted trees instead :)
Now I have challenged my council tax banding. I have the smallest house in the street yet the houses range from band A-E and I am band E!!! I found an old probate document (with the official seal in it and everything) in with my HIP report. In 1987 the owner of the house died leaving all her savings, possessions and the house to her daughter, which came to circa£63,000. Now all houses had their bandings assigned in 1991 depending on how much the house was worth at the time. For a house to be classed as band E they had to be worth between £88,000-120,000. So in 4 years the house supposedly went from being worth a max of £63K to £88K, that's £25K difference (close to 40% increase). Ah ha but what about the house market boom of the late 80's??? yes yes I know but remember the house market crash of the early 90's!!! Using two methods I obtained a rough idea of how the market fluctuated during this time.
1) Nationwide house price calculator [House price calculator]. This takes into account the rise and fall of house prices in various locations. I am classed as Outer Metropolitan. I calculated how the house price would have varied between 1987 and 1991. This site suggested that the maximum the house price would have increased by was 27% (= £80,000 which was about the national average at the time) and this was the second quarter of 1989. By 1991 the price had floored to £64,000. This means that the price was about the same in 1991 as it was in 1987.
2) I wikipedia'd the house price boom and crash of the 80's/90's [boom and crash graph] and saw that this agreed with the findings from 1) - UK house prices in 1991 were almost equal to those in 1987.
So what a stroke of luck finding that document. The VOA are now investigating. They said they have the right to visit my house and look through my documents (I must remember to maintain a social stockpile of custard creams ... and I may accidentally slip a saucy pic in the pages of the probate ;). So unless there is some monumental mistake I have made, or the houses in the street doubled in price between 1987 and 1989 I will keep fighting this one!
On another note I lost my job. Boooo I hear you say. Well it turns out that the government can preach rules and regulations to the private industry but don't exactly like playing fair themselves. Apparently I had to be dismissed before 2 years or i'd get redundancy rights! They advertised for my replacement a day after my dismissal, I applied, I did NOT get an interview. Can they get away with this ... well according to them their policy states they can. I have asked for the actual reasons for why my contract was not renewed for a 5th time and 2 months later I am still waiting that reason. Oh and how did I get my notice served? I was told in front of a room full of my colleagues. Did I appeal it ... hell yeah!! what happened? I offered the appeal decision maker my evidence, he refused to see it and then upheld the dismissal on the grounds that he didn't see any evidence. At the same time I made a claim to the employment tribunal court because of another little thing like my manager forgetting to tell me about a permanent position that was advertised. I was livid, I had evidence, the fight was dirty but I was legalled up and I had the union behind me. The problem was that I needed proper legal advice and I couldn't get the answers to the important questions. I was spending hours and days surfing the web looking for clear cut advice or similar situations, but I found very little. Time was dragging on and I felt like I was wading into a fight with my helmet on back to front and a lame horse. As it turns out even if I had won the claim the reward would have been minimal, if i didn't get my job back they would only have had to pay me one week's wages. So regretfully I withdrew the claim because ultimately I couldn't justify wasting thousands of the taxpayers money for a mere £200.
The claim was taking it's toll on my little family, I was stressed and the kids were getting distressed. There was other stuff going on that I was finding hard to deal with as well. It was becoming unbearable. So my decision was also based on the reasoning that if I was to overcome the issues at home, and regarding my health, I had to walk away from the bigger battle as much as I hated doing so.
So there we have it. We are not failures because we walk away from things we are successes when we know what fights to walk away from and what to hold on to with the determination of a monkey dangling over a crocodile. I have still achieved a lot due to my fierce persistence and niggling habit of sticking ones nose into things but I know I will not win everything, and even if I could have won there are some things that are not worth sacrificing.
Yours humbly, Sir Joolz of Copout-alot