Money Now Please.

Well, um, hello?

This is my re-imagined first blog. To be honest I'm not entirely sure why anyone might like to read my random musings on stuff that may or may not,but probably will, be completely inconsequential. But well boy gee thanks for coming.

Today what's bothering me are bills. I get quite a lot of these and they are almost always asking me for money. I do not particularly mind this, it just amazes me how often they get it wrong.

Gas and electric bills with 'estimated' readings. Presumably they estimate that I am single handedly responsible for global warming.
Water bills where I am for some reason expected to pay the rates for my neighbours as well myself, while also remunerating them for their burst pipe. Certainly the bank of Evs seems to be well and truly open.
Then we come to the council. The lovely, lovely council who despite my repeated protestations and constant reminders still feel the need to threaten me mercilessly over my lack of a T.V. license. To them the fact that my flat had neither a co-ax, satellite dish or Internet connection was of little importance. I do not watch T.V. or at least, I did not watch it at my flat.
Further to this, these beautiful civil servants - bastions of society so they are- are constantly perplexed at my repeated questioning regarding my council tax. I live on my own, 'where is my discount?' I would ask. Oddly, now that I ask for a rebate, it's my fault. I did not inform them. Yes, indeed, I wanted to pay more than my share. Of course.

I hate money, I hate having it and I hate having to give it to other people. But what I really hate, is people asking for it. In big bold letters, sometimes red, always intimidating. Assuming that you aren't going to pay before they've even posted you the invoice. Bastards.

Evs