fuckin wankers

every time I send anything at all to my daughter in Canada the stupid customs have to get involved and cause unnecessary delays

usually based on some numpty making a personal 'judgement call'

previously they didn't like Jaffa-Cakes

now it's "12Kg seems a lot for £30 of baby clothes" (not if they're second-hand)

FFS! just deliver the damn stuff!!!

Just what sort of barbarians are they?

Are they refusing it, or just holding it up?

The Canadian Border Agency Site is a bit confusing, but if what you're sending would mostly fall into the "gift" category, the declared value shouldn't exceed $60, which is (currently) about £37. In the case of second-hand baby clothes, I wouldn't have put any monetary value on it at all.

Anyway, this section of their website may (or may not) be of some help for future mailings.

thanks, I declared a 'value' of £30, should I just be saying GIFT - no value ?

I /know/

I would send her more stuff but so much gets held up
and (suspiciously) gets through if you pay a bit more

that link is more useful than anything else I've seen, thanks
guess I just have to send smaller (or lower value) packages in future
makes me mad though, when the shipping cost is more than goods value

Assuming that if you didn't have your daughter to send the baby clothes to, you'd probably just donate them to a thrift shop/charity or something, then yes, I'd put $0, or some really low figure - $10 - essentially meaning that if the parcel got lost, you wouldn't be that upset in terms of the monetary value of the items.

The sort that don't like jaffa cakes.

I don't like jaffa cakes either!

BARBARIAN!!!

Merely well-cultured and refined taste

I guess my delicate palette has yet to mature. :-{)

Palate!  Barbarian.

Hello!

Hello!

Ah, fuck biscuits. That's where an art school education gets you. :C

Haven't seen you around much.  And I'd like to say how nice it is to see you now.

That's most kind of you; it's a delight to see you, as always.

My limited presence has been entirely accidental; a recent rush of work for which, as ever, may the good Lord be praised; an overnight visit to my dear mother in Chipping Campden; a long-promised weekend in Poland with No.s 2 & 3 sons, followed by a weekend with my lovely newish lady friend to her family's pied a terre in France.

Set out like that it sounds like a (rather civilised) riot of self-indulgence, but sadly most of my time has been spent attempting to give a group of arts graduates hope for a professional future in an economic climate which palpably will not sustain 90% of them.

I refer you to my previous post to the Great White Bastard...

Au contraire, I think you'll find an almost insatiable need for burger-flippers the length and breadth of the land.

I refer you to my previous post to the Great White Artfag...