T is for Tax

I was stupid enough to believe people (who in hindsight were of very little respectable standing) when they said you get shitloads of money when you submit your tax return.

So off I go, spending two hours of my precious time sweating over how to fill the form out correctly, and off i go, with a hop, skip and a jump to the post box, my big gleaming smile interrupted only by whistling outbursts of Sinatra. Oh how smug was I.

Fast forward one month. Dark clouds are gathering over St Kilda, and I open my post. It turns out, I had unwittingly declared I don't pay enough tax, and subsequently hit with $650 bill. And then it started to rain.