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I always used to do my taxes myself, but this year I decided to let the Union take care of it (they have this free service for Union members, whereby you come in with your papers and someone will do it for you). I wish I'd done this years ago because my word! I've been doing it wrong all these years, been far too honest (or unimaginative) and have consequently done myself out of thousands of euros. For instance, it would never have occured to me that sanitary towels could be construed as 'recurring medical expenses for a chronic condition'. As a result of this and other clever bits of accounting, I have now been able claim back more than double what I usually do; so I'm well chuffed. Now I'll just have to wait and see if the IR will pay up without asking any embarrassing questions.

I met with Dad's carers this afternoon, and I'm amazed at how quickly they thought Dad could be placed in a nursing home. If it had been up to them, they would have had him relocated within the week, but I scuppered their plans when I refused to concur that he was mentally unfit. I found out they'd had a doctor in to assess his mental state the other week (before they called and asked me to come and talk to them), whose report was inconclusive: yes, Dad can be forgetful to a frightening extent, and he does require more care, but he's not doddering...doddering he is not. His mind is still sound, though it's clear that his brain has suffered from the two strokes he's had and his memory and overall brain function is worsening. In the end, I won't be able to stop Dad's move, but I can delay it for a while by insisting on a more extensive survey to be carried out.

ETA: Oh darn! I knew it was too good to be true: in checking the figures I found the lady's made an error and left off a nought in the value of my flat. So the IR has just this morning received a valuation on a garden shed rather than the des res I inhabit. I shouldn't wonder if I come to do my taxes again, which I will have to do now that I've spotted this error, the return should shrink back to a more realistic, lower sum.


( 2 Speak Like A Child — Shout To The Top )
Mar. 6th, 2009 07:04 pm (UTC)
Hooray for a bigger return! And also that your dad isn't as bad off as they were saying.
Mar. 6th, 2009 07:45 pm (UTC)
The writing's on the wall for Dad; he will have to move to a safer environment as he does pose a threat to his own and others' welfare by constantly forgetting he has a lighted cigarette and dropsit on the floor or on his papers. I'm playing these delaying tactics so I can get things sorted: find him a good home, prepare him for the change, and organise his move.

As to the bigger return, I've just checked the figures and I've spotted an error: she's made a typo in the value of my flat, and left a nought off. So I shouldn't wonder if when I come to do it again, the return should shrink back to its usual paltry sum :(. Oh well.
( 2 Speak Like A Child — Shout To The Top )