The council jobsworths now seem to be insisting that a skip licence is required, even though the container is not leaving the truck. Quite how they figure this out is anybody's guess and an absolute mystery but is doubtless a money making scam as most things related to local authorities tend to be. PSS have to arrange this, not us, so it's over to them. Good luck boys.
I've been doing some calculations, and reckon that HMRC owe me the best part of a grand since I've paid too much tax. A "P85" has been filled in and is winging its way over to the tax office. How long they actually take to come through with the dosh remains to be seen.
The NZ dollar seems to have nosedived since I asked Hifx to buy when it hit $2.60. Having tanked to 2.43 yesterday, it's recovered to 2.47 but it's still way too low as far as we're concerned.
I wandered over to Selsey last night, to represent the club at the opening ceremony for the Selsey Festivities. Sir Patrick Moore was alas unwell and therefore not in attendance. I shall therefore have to leave this septic isle without making his acquaintance. I'm sure he's over it already.
I've been invited to participate in one of the masterclasses, presumably with Leo Brouwer, since It's his Un Dia de Noviembre I sent in as an audition. I also get a lesson with John Mills before hand. I'm particularly interested in what John Mills has to say about NZ, as he lived there for a number of years.
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