Tax

Hooray. I don't owe £12,245 tax for 2008/9. After three letters and four phone calls over five weeks, the Inland Revenue has finally conceded that it was all a mistake and I have been 'zeroed off'. I shall miss the brown envelopes with just our street address (no town or postcode), the phone calls which get cut off after you've waited for half an hour, the queueing music and messages ("Just so you know, there's lots of information on our website, www...."), the staff whose names you never quite catch, the relentless printed demands. Until the next year.