HMRC

Cracked on with some jobs today – mowing the front grass, re-attaching the washing line, taking rubble and garden waste to the tip – but none were as tasking as trying to get my 2014-15 tax code corrected by Her Majesty’s Revenue & Customs, who have assumed, or rather presumed, my various casual jobs will be sufficiently lucrative to propel me into the higher rate tax bracket (chance would be a fine thing); having shed many staff in recent years it would be hoped that those remaining at the tax office would know what they were doing but judging by the incompetent I eventually spoke to (after 20 minutes of recorded apologies for the delay in connecting me to an ‘advisor’), that is not the case and I must try again after they have received some (totally irrelevant) information from my latest employer.