My father turned up, and bought me drinks at The Dubliner and curry at Ma’raja, which is not to be sneezed at (odd expression, that). Very nice.
Tonight I’m attending my first board meeting of the Norwegian Malt Whisky Society (Norsk Maltwhisky Lag) – I was elected secretary at the annual meeting. Should be fun, though it occurs to me that with my ability to remember names (which is so neglible that “non-existent” is only slightly inaccurate) may be a bit of a handicap. Oh, well, good practice, I suppose.
Got my tax-form-thingy in the mail yesterday (basically a form that tells you what the government think you earned/owed/owned last year and how much they think you should pay them and how much you have paid them, with the conclusion being you owe them money or they owe you money). Nice sort of mail to get, as I paid too much last year (on purpose) and therefore they owe me money. A bit disappointing that the money won’t be paid out until late June (I should have known that), but still – the alternative is a bill, of course, and a bill of any size would be bad right now.
Song in my head: Don’t think twice, it’s all right