Wednesday, 24 May 2006

divine guidance


As a special birthday treat for myself, I finally decided to phone the Her Majesties Customs and Excise PAYE department.

I think I love the chap who answered.

Difficult to choose between him and Sarcastic Accountant; is it moral to conduct extra-marital affairs with two financial advisors at once?

To start with, he had a lovely reassuring Scots accent.

And secondly he exuded reassuring 'No one is going to come round and break your kneecaps about your return errors, particularly if you quote them this case reference number I am going to give you now' vibes.  Rather like Sean Connery, but with slightly more grasp of accounts procedures.  (Sorry Sean, I'm sure you're lovely and all, but this guy really had it where it counts).

Suddenly I feel a whole lot better - strange how quite small things can blow up out of all proportion, isn't it?

In other news, New Polish Lodger left for the bright lights of London on Monday. In a burst of unusual luck, I have NOT had to burn the sheets upon his departure. We allegedly have a Slovakian chap arriving on Saturday.

Thank you for all the good wishes and age-revealing revelations ... :).

Flapjack calls ... can you hear it's insiduous music?

2 comments:

  1. Happy belated birthday, Ms. Ally BsSurname-AllysSurname!

    Sorry I missed it! And good going on your PAYE thing (which, as a person across the pond, I understand in concept but not in actuality).

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  2. Happy belated birthday, Ms. Ally BsSurname-AllysSurname!

    Sorry I missed it! And good going on your PAYE thing (which, as a person across the pond, I understand in concept but not in actuality).

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