Giving it all away

I did a bit of a silly thing today. I walked into the village to get a bit of shopping, realised I’d left my purse at home and walked back. Whilst searching for said purse I noticed the Council Tax book, remembered the date and decided to write out a cheque for this month’s pound of flesh to take to the Post Office. Only a couple of days late – pretty good for me. So I got all that done, chatted to a few people in the village, came home and pinned the tax form onto the board again. That’s when I realised that I’d paid the final instalment last month. The flipping council now have the benefit of 174 of my hard-earned squiddlicks for no reason.

Pah!