Ok, that's quite enough. You can stop now. I mean it.

Oh for goodness sake. Enough already! Too much of last year was characterised by the not altogether pleasant arrival of unexpected demands for money. I thought I was done with all that until flurry of bills arrived on my door step this week, punctuated by an absurd demand for a spectacularly high council tax bill marked with all sorts of paragraphs in red ink and stamped with final demand in ominously large black lettering. It's one thing to receive a final demand, I was just somewhat confused as to why I hadn't received any demands prior to that. Unfortunately a visit to the council tax office (and my. what fun that was!) revealed that it wasn't as absurd as I'd hoped. Despite my correspondence with this particular office last year, it seems that they'd been sending the bills to the wrong address (quite how this managed to occur, and quite how this final demand managed to arrive at the correct address was never satisfactorily explained to me). Coupled with a rule change in the middle of the last year (of which I was never notified, presumably because of the incorrect address issue), the amount I now have to pay the council (within the next 7 days or else), is roughly triple what I'd been expecting.

This is not good news.

Gah!