Dear lord, I got quite anxious a little while ago. I wanted to pay my tax bill. *Wanted* is pushing it, actually, but I thought I might as well do it now as at the end of the week. So I had checked with my accountant what my reference was, logged on to my bank account, transferred the money from the savings account and set up a new payee. And that was all fine until I put in my reference number, which should have been followed by the letter K.
There was no option of switching to the alphabet, nor putting in a letter, though letters were put under the numbers, as in the dear old Nokias we used before smartphones. But I couldn’t find out how to get hold of one.
I have accounts at two banks, darlings, because I don’t trust anyone fully, least of all those who have my money. So instead, I transferred the money to my other bank and then went through the rigmarole again. And this time it was fine, except it didn’t give me a choice of several HMRC references (PAYE, Self Assessment and half a dozen others) but just one. So pfft. It was sure to be fine, I said anxiously. And typed my reference in twice, numbers and letter because I was given the option that time, and then noticed they didn’t match, so had to check where I’d made a mistake.
And then I was asked for my password. I blanked. I had no idea and stared at it for at least a minute. I’d already logged on, so it couldn’t be that … it didn’t take too long, I remembered it and put it in and it’s all gone through, I trust. Well, trust is a strong word, innit? I almost cried on LT’s shoulder, but just leaned on it for a bit instead. Sheer anxiety made me lose my marbles for a minute. Dear oh dear.
Anyway, let’s go on to much more interesting news. I have finally got my clarinet tuned and serviced and it’s amazingly easy to play, now that it’s been repaired. I feel quite excited and will certainly take the lessons I’ve been saying I will for ages and ages. In fact, I’ll email about them Right Now.