… at 10:00 in the forenoon – at the local Tax Office.
A few weeks ago I had to apply for a certificate of non-taxation from them, and so I went to pick up some forms to fill in and send off. But I didn’t have a clue for what I was supposed to be asking so I filled in the form as best I could and sent it off with an accompanying letter.
So the long and short of it is that they don’t understand either and trying to explain on the telephone was pretty hopeless. And so I need to head that was tomorrow for a personal chat.
It was another night where I vaguely remembered the alarm going off and not doing too much about it. 07:45 it was when I finally arose.
Plenty of time to go off on a ramble during the night. In an aeroplane with a pile of soldiers and we all had to parachute out – and could you really imagine me doing that? We landed in Paris and tried to assimilate ourselves into the population but that didn’t work and we ended up being chased by the German police. It came to a situation where in the end we had to choose the slowest members of our party to stop and fight a rearguard action to hold up the pursuers, so that the quickest could get right away. Rather a cruel decision, but a necessary one – to sacrifice some so that the rest could get away.
After breakfast I had a shower and, just by way of a change, changed the bedding. I haven’t done that for a few weeks so it’s high time – “high” being the appropriate word.
Most of the day has been spend moving files around again – and disposing of another mound of duplicates. There are tons of stuff that are not needed or duplicated.
I hope that when I finally receive my new computer that I can keep it tidy and in order for a change. I thought that back in those days I was really good at keeping it properly filed, but it’s nothing like how I would like it to be and how the more modern computers are organised. I don’t know what I must have been thinking back in those days.
We had a little relax, and our two walks as well. On the way out this evening, I noticed no fewer than eight (and there may well have been even more) fishing boats in line-astern heading into the bay from the English Channel.
And round the corner and in the port, I noticed that our old friend Thora was tying up at the quayside too.
She must have sneaked in as soon as the harbour gates opened a little earlier.
And she was tied up at a different place on the quayside too, so I don’t know what that was all about.
Tea was a pie with veg as I said. And while I had the oven on, I made another rice pudding. And that was delicious too.
And while I was waiting for tea to cook, I mixed some more muesli for breakfast tomorrow seeing as I’ve run out.
So tomorrow morning I need to be up early to find some papers so an early night is called for.
So sweet dreams.
night thora port de granville harbour manche normandy france
