Holidays are funny, aren't they?
I go on holiday to Spain next week. I'm looking forward to it a lot since I haven't had much in the way of time off recently. On the other hand, all the things you need to do to get ready to go on holiday really annoys me. As is turns out, my corporation tax was overlooked by the director of my company (idiot!), so I'm having to chase round and essentially guess the number of 0's on the cheque. The next stage is to go to the Post Office to pay the cheque in. This actually works out okay since I also have to renew my road tax, which still seems to be the only thing on the planet that you still need to go to the Post Office for. They will also only accept cash for this. You will also get your baws booted with heavy shoes if you don't get it in time. (It's an automatic fine these days, generated by the DVLA database - none of this getting caught by an observant plod). So, and you'll excuse me if I ignore the slight inaccuracies about applying by post, using a debit card, etc, given the year, the technology and the fact that everything else can be done over the phone or Internet, why on earth is this still the case. Let me just point out again. The fine is generated by a computer database of people who haven't got their road tax in time. Ergo, the database exists. So, someone please explain to me the point of the piece of round paper which needs an expertise with a scalpel only the greatest brain surgeons posses to get out it's square container?
/rant
Oh, and to the initial point - gotta get clothes, haircut, currency, find passport, worry about weather, worry about terrorists and learn Spanish while covering the end of year company books, pay bills, and deal with general life.
Bollox