2007 — Day 62 - the taxman knoweth

Taxwoman, as it happens. Bright and cheerful despite working in a tax office, too. Seems "I don't have to do anything" but "sorting out tax and pension in retirement can take a few months". I note that Tax Returns are now only going out to higher-rate tax payers on £100K and above, or as I remarked "chance would be a fine thing". She laughed.

Since I am also stopping the private medical insurance (whose cost rockets from £654 a year as an employee to a minimum of over £3K a year as a poor old pensioner) my "affairs" are even simpler.

Today's chortle

Undecided, at this point. Though Tall Thomas says he will know when to stop buying shares in Amazon by reading my diary.

OK, the results are in (23:07). Today's chortle is the two photocopied sheets of puns that arrived by snail mail, addressed to me but in handwriting I do not recognise,1 and with an illegible postmark on the envelope. Anyone care to confess? Oh, and Lesley tells me I am, in the Chinese zodiac, a Rabbit: Luckiest of all signs, you are also talented and articulate. Affectionate, yet shy, you seek peace throughout your life. Marry a Sheep or a Boar. Your opposite is the Rooster.

Christa, of course, is a Rooster!

4 January 2007  


1  My prime suspect Peter from the bungalow (over here tonight with Shelagh on a drinkie visit — sleep tight!) failed to confess, even after the second bottle. I am therefore genuinely puzzled.