That's Great Tax-Returning Weather, So It Is

The weather is miserable this week, cold and drizzly - more like Dublin in mid-February - and tax returns are due in tomorrow. For somebody with no dependents, no property and a narrow range of renumerative activities, filling in the form should be straightforward enough. But, of course, it's not. I think I've cracked it now, and with work in the morning - to be rapidly followed by dropping it in person into the tax office, just to be safe - I have no desire to pursue the issue any more. Let them come after me if they want to. I'm off to bed.