Today I did my tax return. It is not particularly complicated and the on-line submission is relatively straightforward, especially if you are paying attention and not distracted by someone blithering on in the background. The figures involved are rather petty, I am computer literate and love a good spreadsheet, but all the same it took me most of the day. The result wasn’t to my liking, but then I doubt it seldom is. Anyway it is done and well before time. I could get used to the role of Head Swot. Mind you I haven’t actually paid it yet, they will have to wait for that. The money is much safer in my bank account, who knows what the government are planning on spending it on. I’m guessing it won’t be “peace, love and understanding”. But less of such doldrums.
Now I feel frazzled. I need some florific respite.
This callistemon, or bottlebrush, enjoyed the weather this week rather more than the gardener. As it comes from Australia, whose climate is considerably far removed from North Devon, it must have thought “about time, some decent temperatures!”. Mind you, it didn’t do much in the blistering heat, except perhaps a bit of photosynthesising, oh yes, and producing these incredible flaming flowers.