(and the lies of politicians, obv)
Like it or not we all have to pay taxes. Unless we are millionaires who live in Belize, or the Isle of Man, or somewhere else that isn’t the United Kingdom.
Yesterday I reeived a Notification of Tax Rate from HMRC.
Hang on a minute, let me say that again.
Yesterday, exactly one month after the previous one landed on the mat, I received a new Notification of Tax Rate from HMRC.
What’s changed in my personal circumstances in the last month (I hear you cry)?
Nothing has changed in my personal circumstances.
And yet the A5-sized envelope arrived automagically, one month after the last one.
Two months after the Notification of Tax Rate before last.
Three months after the one before the one before last.
What changed in my personal circumstances over the last two, three, and even four months?
Absolutely. Nothing. At. All.
And yet each one is different.
Oh, not big differences, just a couple of hundred quid different in my personal allowance section.
I realise the generation and posting of the A5-sized envelopes, and the inclusion of the three double-sided pieces of A4 inside it, are system events but this is ridiculous.
Note I didn’t say ‘this is starting to get ridiculous’ and the reason I didn’t say ‘starting’ is because in 2018 I received 15 Notification of Tax Rate letters from HMRC.
Now that’s ridiculous!