DH reminded me to ring the helpline to get a claim pack for child tax credits.
I got an absolute muppet on the phone. First she asks me loads of questions so she can give me an estimate of the credit she thinks we will get - since I don't know how much DH and I earned last year I have to guess and she then gives me a completely pointless estimate. Then a right bloody palaver with my address (OK so in a new build, but FGS, I moved in nearly 2 years ago!!), had to spell the address to her 4 times (I kid you not!). In the meantime ds is screaming, so I told her I'll have to call back - she was stil faffing on about the fact my address doesn't exist. Stuck ds on boob, rang back. Non-muppet answers. She asked me what were my grounds for claiming, I answered, she took my address (just the once) and then said pack will be out to you in 7-14 days, have a nice day.
So why did the first operator asking me loads of bloody questions when the 2nd one found out what she needed to know with just one?
AAAAAAAAGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!
OK feel better after that rant, and yes, IABU, they are just doing their jobs!
Right I'm off to Asda to get some tea bags...