Slightly taxing

God, Susie's face this morning! I was round at her place while she was still half awake and eating breakfast, and the post arrived, wriggled through the letter box, a brown envelope, and her face - you know how you read the expression 'her face fell'? - well, hers dropped like a fish into a bucket. She has a terror of brown envelopes because they mean either Council Tax information, which she says is written by imbeciles and incomprehensible to anyone who doesn't work for the Council, or something nasty from the Inland Revenue, which she says is 'ditto' - so anyway, I gave her the letter opener thingy and she slit the envelope and pulled out all these printed sheets of paper, and scanned the top one, and then her face leapt back up out of the bucket and into a normal expression, and she chucked the pages on the table and stuffed the letter opener back into the pencil jar, and walked out of the room; so, I followed her and said "Well, nothing awful then?" and she stopped by the door to the kitchen and smiled and said "Her Majesty's Inland Revenue Service owe me 25 pence. Ha!" and smirked a bit and began filling the kettle. Presumably for a celebratory cup of tea.

So it won't be a day of misery, then. Ya-hoooo!! And it's SUNNY!!!!