Written 11th November 2021

Good Lord, I’m soooooo

Incredibly proud, you see

Yesterday I did something

That’s been gnawing at me…

For about 5 months….

 (Yes, that’s truly how long!)

 I’m the queen of  procrastination

And getting jobs done

My tax self-assessment…

(Honestly, who has the time?)

I’d rather spend the day playing

Blissfully with rhyme

But yesterday I was determined

 I’m not this hapless!!

Fuck it! This is the day

I FINALLY do my tax!

So I sat down and worked

For 7 hours straight

I kid you not

 I did NOT take a break

(Well I hung up some washing

But that doesn’t count

Just a boring weekly chore

That we all need to surmount)

Driven by determination

I was like a machine

I wanted this bloody job done

And way behind me

So I did it!

I’m so proud….

I pushed “calculate”

I was horrified to see

The sum  4898….

OF POUNDS I TELL YOU!!

Was this some kind of hoax?

Underpaid tax from this last year

Someone’s idea of a bad joke

WTF?

Seriously, how can that be right?

“You are such a good honest girl!”

(Neurotic Angel bemoans contrite)

Another voice jumps in

 “It’s really ok

 A simple mistake must have created

This utter mess today”

I was irritated

I was annoyed

But I didn’t  get stressed

I didn’t throw up my hands

In frustration or distress

I didn’t burst into tears

(Like I would’ve done 5 years ago)

I handled it calmly

And Low and behold…

It’s like my ‘Self‘ -reassured

My whole inner family…

“This is simply a glitch

That we’ll need to oversee.”

So that’s it, I have nothing

Profound or wise to say

Just insignificant ramblings

Of a somewhat wasted day