Got a tax bill during the week
The bill itself wasn't a surprise, had been expecting the brown envelope for a while.
But the amount. Sweet divine Jebus!
I was still in the feathers when Herself brought it up with my coffee.
(I get a coffee in bed every morning! She loves me that much.)
I knew it was bad when she told me to have the coffee before looking at the bill!
As I said, Sweet divine Jebus.
A small stroke was had by all!
Another coffee. Another small stroke!
Now I know things are bad in this country at the moment.
But my bill was for nearly 75% of my earnings!
So I get all the relevant paperwork together. Meanwhile shares in Nescafe go through the roof.
I call the tax office. The nice lady listened. (And she Was nice.)
"Yes I see what has happened".
A mistake had been made. Really?
Seemingly the tax office don't do the tax assessments anymore.
These are now 'farmed out to a private company, and some mistakes have been made'.
My bill should be significantly lower I was told.
Thank fuck for that.
Spent the reast of the day in the gym running around like a blue-arsed fly from all the coffee.
Haven't got the new bill yet tho'.