I got a tax bill last year. Not a huge amount, but enough that I couldn’t instantly pay it. I did what any self respecting person does, I ignored it. It sat in my ‘inbox’ waiting for the month when I had that much spare.
Eventually it got burried by other stuff.
Then I got a new Self Assessment. I filled it in, and moved the original bill back up – “must pay this” I thought.
And… left it.
And I’d forgotten about it until the brown envelope marked “INLAND REVENUE” arrived. ‘Oh fuckit’ I thought, ‘I’ve still not paid it and they’re pissed off…’. Then I opened it.
I have ‘nothing more to pay’ :-)
Ra.
Chalk one up for leaving things until they go away.
In other news, I’m actually wearing a skirt – and y’know what, it’s not ‘cos everything’s dirty. Although there are 3 loads of washing (first’s in). I’ve got my remote control car & boat – (the car is one of these! I’ve only ever seen one in real life; and that was in a scrap yard…) – I’ve also found my not-quite-scaletrix (bought from a jumble sale years ago) – which I hope I can clean up and get working for my lil’ nephews.
What else…?
Pfer. Oh yes.
I brought back my period 1960’s suitcase, well, it’s my mum’s. Because y’know what. I’m going to Alaska in less than a week! Can y;believe it?! Wooot.
So yes. It’s here. And manky, and old, and smaller than I remember, but probably big enough. So Woot.
