Near-death and taxes

Everyone hates taxes, and filing them. I do, too.

BUT! This year we were super early, spent a whole Sunday in April filling out the forms, looking for old receipts, translating the cryptic tax instruction book, calculating things and so on. So everything was ready and we were done.

I was just supposed to send the letters to the tax man today.

I had the two precious letters (including all the necessary attachments) in my hand, hopped on my bike, and thought I would chuck them in a mailbox on my way home.

BUT! ANOTHER BUT!

As the letters were in the way while I was trying to ride my bike, I folded them and put them in my pocket. That was the last time I ever saw them.

The next time I remembered the bloody letters was when I came home and saw Dan's face. I remembered immediately what I had forgotten - and realised what was missing from my pocket! The letters had dropped somewhere along the way! And there was no way I would ever find them - I had just pedaled more than 10 kilometres from work and I had no idea where they could be.

(Funny how just seeing his face can make me think of taxes... Hmmm... Time for therapy, perhaps?)

And I cried a lot! And I swore too (a lot). And then we shouted at each othe, because it was each other's fault. Then I spent half an hour in the shower trying to calm down (but mostly crying still).

It was such a disappointment and so frustrating! I don't know if we can do them again in time and claim all our money back.

I was so angry at myself. What kind of idiot puts tax forms in their track suit jacket pocket while riding a bike and doesn't close the zip?! I thought it would be easier to KEEP AN EYE ON THEM if they were sticking out of my pocket. Good thinking, Aku!

Oh well. I've calmed down now. I have also realised that it wasn't Dan's fault that I put the letters in my pocket without closing the zip. I think he also realised that it wasn't quite my intention to destroy those documents.

Now we are facing the same hassle again next week (if it's not too late!!) as if there was nothing else more interesting that I could think of (such as sticking toothpicks under my nails, for example.)

You know what they say about death and taxes. C'est la vie.