it's been a miserable drizzly day at farm.
compounded by the revelation HM inland revenue have been sending my tax statements to an address i vacated 9 years ago.
and now through surcharges and interest, i owe the tax office another £4,000 (for NOTHING).
god awful waste of money.
i am appealing.
love it that even though they've fucked up, it's still legally considered my fault if i don't pay my taxes on time.
money's been sitting in an account ready to go since before it was required too.
aaaaarrrrrgggghhhh.
:(
roger came down to see the unwell well.
as the mice in bagpuss used to say 'we will fix it, we will mend it'.
me and frances had a heart to heart about what a bastard i am on shoots (to her) and how generally (seemingly) unfriendly she is to me (unless she's been drinking).
it's been brewing for 3 years.
long lists of past transgressions were drawn on.
apologies there hasn't been good photo updating here of late.
just waiting for things to publish elsewhere first or get approved.