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ventaThis year, for reasons too dull to contemplate, I have to file a tax return. I don't usually do them, it's ages since I've done one, and I don't like it. However!
Yesterday, I found my P60. It was where it was meant to be, in the Big Black Filing Box. This morning, I located annual interest statements. They were where they were meant to be in the BBFB, too. This evening, I sought and found my '11-'12 notice of coding. Hat trick!
Those of you of a naturally organised disposition may not realise what a total triumph this is.
Go, go, Big Black Filing Box!
Right. I'm now done being a sensible grownup, and me and my pint of IPA are going to watch the snooker. In a riotous and juvenile manner.
Yesterday, I found my P60. It was where it was meant to be, in the Big Black Filing Box. This morning, I located annual interest statements. They were where they were meant to be in the BBFB, too. This evening, I sought and found my '11-'12 notice of coding. Hat trick!
Those of you of a naturally organised disposition may not realise what a total triumph this is.
Go, go, Big Black Filing Box!
Right. I'm now done being a sensible grownup, and me and my pint of IPA are going to watch the snooker. In a riotous and juvenile manner.
