Not a scene from the Wizard of Oz but what it is like in my upstairs office today, gosh it is so hot it is almost unbearable. My fan is pushing the air around so making it feel a little fresher.
Here I am then in my 7th year and 6 years clear of "the Big C" and I'm listening to some old music of mine, The Fortunes, remember them? Well you'd probably have to be 50 minimum I guess... it is quite nice to listen to those songs (where you could hear all the lyrics) and the simple construction of the melody. Ahhh, nice.
So the Olympics have started already and the football is under way across the country. I'm off out tonight with Flocky Bicep and a couple of friends for a beer and something to eat afterwards. That should be fun. Spoke to my brother a couple of times today trying to sort out some silly nonsense with the Tax Man. For goodness sake, they are on your case like flies on a dog turd. For a couple of pounds that may have been paid they want their 40 pieces of silver. It annoys me that my mum who has a healthy respect for the Law and Authority feels threatened by this. I mean they word letters like you are going to be locked in the Tower for any miscreant behaviour. By my reckoning there might be £10 to pay if that but it is just the way these people go about their business. I firmly believe that these guys failed to get good grades at school and ended up working for the Inland Revenue. It will be sorted when all the external agencies get their acts together and give us the information and we can complete the form but until they get their backsides into gear we've got a poor lady who has lost her husband, now lives on her own dealing with a bunch of people who frankly I wouldn't trust to sit the right way up on a WC!
Anyway, I think we may have resolved this but as always when dealing with multiple bureaucracies we are totally in their hands until they get their fingers out and give us the data we need to feed to the next bureaucrats, to feed to the next ones and on and on ad nauseum.
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