Hello my friends,
I hope you have all had a better behaved week than me :(
We have had a lot of exciting things happening in our little world. News of a grand baby to come, other son and his wonderful girlfriend buying a lovely house nearby, husband finally able to drop a few hours at his ghastly job, so we will be able to have an extra day together. All good you say,
well yes but into all this gaiety came a very nasty missive (for me...)
I have received a fine from the blinking taxman. He is claiming I have not sent in my tax return in time.:(((
In my defence I did do it, way way back in May 2014.
it appears (according to the computer) that I didn't press the last button and submit the f*****g thing. I have appealed as it is quite clear that I have done it in principle right to the end. In fact I am fairly certain it told me that I was successful at the time but....
I do not and have never earn't enough to pay tax in the first place but now I have had to pay a fine of
a hundred pounds!!! and then pray I get it back. I have repeated the process of submitting the form again and hopefully I have made a better fist of it this time.
Now this has put a bit of a dampener on things, I duly trotted off to the bank , hubby in tow and paid the fine. How embarrassing!
Now my friends, can you imagine husband's reaction to this little blip!
It's not much of a stretch to your imaginations is it? To make matters worse, my darling husband has deemed me to be extra cheeky this week and also caught a bit of rather unbecoming language popping out when I was riled up over the whole situation. I rather think he thought he had knocked that on the head quite a while ago, but it appears not :(
My day of reckoning came soon after and included a bit of corner time first then an unpleasant array of implements and a pair of leather cuffs ( which I quite like wearing actually, the only good bit of the whole process but don't mention it to him as I imagine I will lose this pleasure in such situations ).
I usually like this one
Alas, hubby seems to be able to apply this in as unpleasant a fashion as this
Gosh I hate that wooden thing. He also managed to include a fine old lecture along with his belt ( not something he uses often but seems to be improving his skill with :( ), a crop and his favourite, a bloody stingy ruler.
I think the whole process took longer than normal as I seem to have developed a tremendous inability to keep still and stop squirming about, whilst squealing like a stuck pig, I might add.
I am quite sure you don't need the actual "conversation" but I will say it all ended with abject apologies, a promise to stop swearing, to not be cheeky, and to generally be the best behaved wife in England.
Unlikely I know but my guilty conscience has had me baking his favourites and being positively sweet. I do feel horrendously bad about the tax return. it was an honest mistake ( I do think said mistake was the taxman's, though I am pretty certain I won't win my appeal. )
As to the rest, you can't keep a girl down and I am sure I can't keep this up for long. I have discovered something....
It is awfully hard to be good!!!
Then again, I don't suppose he wants me to be too perfect, after all he likes spanking my chubby behind ;) .
Hope you are all happy and well. I am enjoying the March questions, loving everyone's answers!