Taxed
I’ve just filled in a tax return. I hate them even though the accountant does all the difficult bits, unless you count the difficulty of finding information strewn around the house and internet hidden by forgotten passwords and boxes and folders! Yes, I think the accountant’s bit is easier especially as most of my entries are £0.00 or -£something very small. And a few interests ranging from £0.23p to £1.78p. So it seems a bit over the top to be able to lay claim to a ten figure ID number followed by a thirty one digit reference number. In bold. I suppose that’s so you don’t overlook it assuming that the IR computer had an attack of digital diarrhoea and threw up a lot of random numbers and letters. (There’s a lot of it about.)
Then I went to Ikea and bounced up and down on mattresses and perched on the edges of beds*. Came home with a chest of drawers, a shelf, a mini chest of drawers, yet another sharp kitchen knife and six glasses – oh and a chair. This was really only a reconnaisance trip before taking Barney and the pick-up to buy the bed which I have chosen but which he will be permitted to discuss. There’s no danger of him changing our** mind as by the time we’ve reached the bed he’ll only be fit for mumbling obscenities, and a bit of heavy lifting. All he will be thinking about is how quickly he might escape.
And now we’re going to have a band practice. As I’ve barely seen my fiddle since before Christmas this will use up what little there is left in my head and tomorrow I shall be ready for a quiet day minding the grandbaby. When we saw her at Christmas, she was really getting the hang of toddling. So probably I won’t have to spend much time jumping up and down tomorrow? I mean she’ll be able to fetch things for herself won’t she? I can just sit and admire. Hmm.
I wonder if I’ll have time for a little, peaceful flat-un-packing tomorrow morning. Or do I mean un-flat-packing?
I wanted to post more family photos but I can’t find them anywhere. They must be lurking in a very safe place. So here’s a couple more from the valley full of weather.
Goodnight.
*Well, no I didn’t actually bounce much but I did lie down on one and it was so nice I could have stayed there for the rest of the day quite happily.
**That’s the royal ‘our’.









I love IKEA but they are too far away – a forbidden fruit. I don’t understand how you came home without tea lights – I thought that was the law?
I’ve never been to Ikea.
Eldest brought home 250 tealights some years ago and we haven’t finished them yet Rog. And he must have used at least fifty illuminating his bedroom for the delight of his girlfriend – I was quite impressed – and I bet she was a bit scared. Not the Gorgeous Italian – who would certainly accept tealights en masse as a charming gesture – but a much longer ago model)
Congratulations Z. I’m sure you’ve managed very well without it. In fact I expect you’ve more than merely managed but in fact been happy and content without it.
Of course the photos are lovely–it’s that first one with the rows and warmth that I want to slip into and just go for a quiet walk in. *happy sigh*
Taxes. Taxes……. Oh boy. I can hardly wait. LOL
But the bouncing on beds and coming home with new STUFF sounds like a good time!
(Which I think is wonderful, given my passion for cellphones….)
*snickering* Toddling– and you want me to believe this means she’ll fetch for herself. OH yeah….she will…. all sorts of FUN things like TV remotes and coasters and pencils left on coffee tables…… *laughing* And cellphones! They love cellphones for teething.
Thak you Mel, it was a nice walk. Well an exciting walk anyway.
She did fetch me some saucepans Mel but we had a great time putting them back again. No doubt she’ll want to do it again next week.
Aaarg, not Ikea. There’s always a bit missing and they never have that sofa in the catalogue. The one here charges 160 euros for delivery. I will not shop there, I’d rather curl up on the bathmat.
Love it or hate it rosie : ) That is a lot though, ours is £35. And since it’s sixty miles that probably covers the of petrol .