Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “the last piece of mail you received.” Talk about the subject of the last piece of physical mail you received, i.e. a gas bill–talk about gas, not the bill itself. Have fun!
Well, it had to be a Bill as we don’t get any other mail, unless it’s a hospital appointment and then a week later a letter cancelling it!
Like everyone else in the UK, the Council Tax Bill has hit the mat in every household this week.
Various bands depending on the value of your property, and ours is the second cheapest (what a joke) being Band B. On the boat we were Band A and our council tax was not included in our mooring fees, so for the privilege of living on a boat in a river marina, we had to pay the local council around £1000 a year.
Slightly more in the house, fourteen hundred pounds this year, and the overall increase equates to just under 6% on 2018/19, so seeing as I budget on 10%, you could say we’re quids in.
Not really, when like everything else and government cut backs with or without Brexit, we get fewer services for our money, and the service we do get is a lot to be desired.
We pay monthly over twelve months, whereas most people opt for ten payments and then two months off. There’s no interest if you stagger it, but for me it’s easier to budget if I have money going out every month.
We are lucky insomuch as our council is one of the cheapest in the country, and should we still be living in Poole, again in a Band B property (we’ve never been anything else actually, not even in our one bedroom box) you could probably add on another hundred pounds or so a year.
We did get a ‘free’ tree one year though: you may remember my post about my tits