Fear

There is hardly anything as frightening as tax demands, or the fear that due to some fault of THEIRS it turns out you owe more. A few times I’ve got a cheque in the post for something silly like £7, and I’m sure the admin costs were more than that alone. Due to the waste of tax-payers money of course I should be asking for more to make it worthwhile.

 Ouch!  That is very fear inducing!

Scary – we still don’t know how much we will owe – I say that because then if we get a refund, I’ll feel that much better. 

I wish that’s all we had to pay. Sigh.

Have a terrific day.  🙂

Okay, forget monsters under the bed, THIS is scary…

UGH!!! I once seriously considered stripping because I owed a thousand in taxes… and I only made 18000 that year.  I found another (legal) way – but … I was younger and skinnier.

Oh gah! I hate that feeling in the pit of your stomach when you see a bill *that you just can’t afford to pay!* It either induces panic, or galvanizes me into some sort of action. It’s that moment, the moment of fear that pretty much forces me to take a deep breath and take stock of myself: Am I smart enough to find the resources to pay for this? Am I corrupt enough to weasel my way out of it? etc. Usually, I find out that the fear was larger than the actual problem 🙂