Tuesday, 18 January 2011
I don't know about the rest of the world, but I'd guess a lot of my British friends are battling with their tax returns right now.
I try not to get too grumpy about taxes. After all, if I'm being taxed then that means I'm earning money. And it gives some little validation to my claims of being a writer when the Inland Revenue wants to know all about it.
On the other hand, it's hard not to end up in a bad mood when you're faced with a long and boring form, asking for a lot of information that the tax man should already know. Why is it that entering my business info (the stuff they don't know about) takes only a few minutes, while adding up all of my bank interest payments and student loans and charity donations takes hours...?
However, I attempt to stay positive. I even put all my tax documents into a big pink box file - it's impossible to be scared of something so pink!
And on the really, really bright side, I've finished a whole two weeks ahead of the deadline this year. Yes, that's a record for me. (What can I say, I'm a deadline-driven person...)