Where did you go when things went wrong for you?

[venta]

This 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.

Comments

[sammason.livejournal.com]

Much empathy about the tax return.

[venta.livejournal.com]

Thank you! My tax affairs are actually pretty simple, so it really wasn't too bad once I bit the bullet and got on with it.