Miss Understood
01-01-06, 06:04 PM
I’m firmly beginning to believe in angels :angel: – or at least some sort of spirit for the good. One that sets into action a seemingly random chain of events which you don’t see the reason for until the final one happens.
I run a small business and my VAT return was due yesterday. I have spent the last four days, on and off, trying to find the damned form so I could fill it in and send it.
Today, I decided to that the only *proper* way to hunt it down was to actually file all those piles of paperwork lying around my office (oh, alright, bedroom!) in the vain hope that I’d missed it when I’d been rifling through them.
Before I started the mass file-in, I stripped my bed and washed all the bedding (I have a ‘favourite’ set of sheets etc so they get washed, dried and put straight back on the bed).
Three hours later, all my paperwork is filed and sorted, my bedroom is sparkling like a new pin as I’ve looked behind everything but no sign of the VAT return. I calculate it on paper anyway and make an electronic payment for the amount due and then start working on my excuse to Customs and Excise when I phone them Tuesday morning to ask for a replacement form. :badmood:
I have just taken my dried bedding from the tumble drier and started to fit the bottom sheet. My bed is flush up against the wall. As I lift the mattress at the top corner by the wall what do I see lying on the floor between the wall and the storage boxes I have under under the bed? One VAT return, still in its envelope and in pristine condition. :thumbs:
I can only assume that the dog had ‘stolen’ it (an awful habit she has – stealing bits of paper, shoes etc) from a pile of paper somewhere since I last changed the bedding (Christmas Eve) and somehow managed to crawl behind the storage boxes and deposited it there. She hadn’t even chewed it one little bit – there’s a couple of minor tooth prints on the envelope but no damage – a Miracle! It means I can now get the VAT return in the post at the sorting office tomorrow and it’ll arrive before the VAT man decides to fine me for a late return. :clap2:
The dog will get a couple of extra treats later. I think the angels made her do it because, if she hadn’t stolen it, I wouldn’t have gotten round to doing the awful filing job I’ve been putting off for weeks!
I run a small business and my VAT return was due yesterday. I have spent the last four days, on and off, trying to find the damned form so I could fill it in and send it.
Today, I decided to that the only *proper* way to hunt it down was to actually file all those piles of paperwork lying around my office (oh, alright, bedroom!) in the vain hope that I’d missed it when I’d been rifling through them.
Before I started the mass file-in, I stripped my bed and washed all the bedding (I have a ‘favourite’ set of sheets etc so they get washed, dried and put straight back on the bed).
Three hours later, all my paperwork is filed and sorted, my bedroom is sparkling like a new pin as I’ve looked behind everything but no sign of the VAT return. I calculate it on paper anyway and make an electronic payment for the amount due and then start working on my excuse to Customs and Excise when I phone them Tuesday morning to ask for a replacement form. :badmood:
I have just taken my dried bedding from the tumble drier and started to fit the bottom sheet. My bed is flush up against the wall. As I lift the mattress at the top corner by the wall what do I see lying on the floor between the wall and the storage boxes I have under under the bed? One VAT return, still in its envelope and in pristine condition. :thumbs:
I can only assume that the dog had ‘stolen’ it (an awful habit she has – stealing bits of paper, shoes etc) from a pile of paper somewhere since I last changed the bedding (Christmas Eve) and somehow managed to crawl behind the storage boxes and deposited it there. She hadn’t even chewed it one little bit – there’s a couple of minor tooth prints on the envelope but no damage – a Miracle! It means I can now get the VAT return in the post at the sorting office tomorrow and it’ll arrive before the VAT man decides to fine me for a late return. :clap2:
The dog will get a couple of extra treats later. I think the angels made her do it because, if she hadn’t stolen it, I wouldn’t have gotten round to doing the awful filing job I’ve been putting off for weeks!