... help... this is supposed to be my diary... as I can no longer manage to write much more than an address on an envelope... Oh yes, I did send off a reply to a question about my tax code from the Taxman him/herself (the letter didn't make that clear).
I tried to do it by phone, but its a Kafkaesque nightmare. If you want such an such, press 1: if you want such and such, press 2; and so on for lots of numbers. You press the one you think is right. It starts again. If you want (a slightly different) such and such press 1; if you want a (slightly different) such and such, press 2; etc etc. And so on.
After a while, I pressed a number which got me out of that particular nightmare, but that led me into a seemingly endless loop of repetitions of "Your call will be answered soon".
So I had to send a written message by the London Stagecoach - in fact the Bradford Stagecoach if I am remembering right. Hopefully no Highwayman will interrupt its journey, and my carefully sealed scroll will convey its precious message to the Taxperson.
That didn't leave me a lot of time and energy but I did two loads of washing from our hols, plus the ironing. A good drying day, as today will be. So you will gather from that it was (and is) a sunny day. Plus we did a big shop.
I am trying to source the ingredients for some proper Thai cooking, as I have promised Thai for the next Tom and Jill evening. I used to cook a Thai buffet for my fellow expats, but that was many years ago, and the ingredients were easy to find.
I also finished the A.N.Wilson biography of C.S.Lewis.