Blogue d'un québécois expatrié en Angleterre. Comme toute forme d'autobiographie est constituée d'une large part de fiction, j'ai décidé de nommer le blogue Vraie Fiction.
Monday, 20 February 2017
Death and Taxes
It is a beautiful day outside, I am on holiday, and I spent the whole bloody morning talking to a civil servant on the phone because of a payment issue of our council tax, because of a confusion due to us moving home last year. Not our fault, or at least I do not consider it our fault, but for the taxman it's the same. We received an unfriendly letter, so I gave them a phone call. I remained as polite as I could be. The minimum required. In the end, I paid the bloody thing. I guess it was inevitable.