Deaf, and taxes
Apr. 9th, 2008 11:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceA hailstone lodged in the ear? Not a good thing, no. If you can't wiggle it out, you have to wait till it melts, see, which is a chilly process; and then you have all this water in your ear. Cold water...
Still'n'all. I did at least get through stage one of the taxes, which is the dreaded Sorting Out the Receipts: a thing I only do once a year, and perfunctorily, because I know damn' well my accountant will do it otherwise when he gets 'em, but still, it has to be done. And it is like a symbol, that I am now engaged with the process; tomorrow there will be photocopying of invoices and ordering of statements, and even some basic mathematics. And the end of it all will be that I do not owe the govt a sparrow's fart, because there is precious little coming into the house these days and rather more going out; but still, it has to be done. And it gives the cats great pleasure to bounce from box to box and be screamed at. Lots.
And then I fled into the backyard and planted up three pots-worth of salad seeds (spring onions, rocket and land cress, since you ask). That has at least made a dent in the great pile of compost I have to find a use for (it's about half a binful, which had to come out of the bin because I'd filled the other bin with fresh matter and I needed to start filling this one now - I've fallen behind, see, in my otherwise-sound rotational system. I told you I had a plethora).
Still'n'all. I did at least get through stage one of the taxes, which is the dreaded Sorting Out the Receipts: a thing I only do once a year, and perfunctorily, because I know damn' well my accountant will do it otherwise when he gets 'em, but still, it has to be done. And it is like a symbol, that I am now engaged with the process; tomorrow there will be photocopying of invoices and ordering of statements, and even some basic mathematics. And the end of it all will be that I do not owe the govt a sparrow's fart, because there is precious little coming into the house these days and rather more going out; but still, it has to be done. And it gives the cats great pleasure to bounce from box to box and be screamed at. Lots.
And then I fled into the backyard and planted up three pots-worth of salad seeds (spring onions, rocket and land cress, since you ask). That has at least made a dent in the great pile of compost I have to find a use for (it's about half a binful, which had to come out of the bin because I'd filled the other bin with fresh matter and I needed to start filling this one now - I've fallen behind, see, in my otherwise-sound rotational system. I told you I had a plethora).