OK, let's see if I can say this without pointing too many fingers.
There has been a bit of stress going on in the RC house of late. Yes, I know I avoid stress where I can, but it literally came hunting for me.
You see, someone, somewhere, clicked a button on their computer screen.
What can a button do?
Apart from the button in The White House that can start Armageddon, of course.
But it wasn't THAT button, of course.
If it had been THAT button you would not need me to tell you it had been pressed.
No, this was just a small button on someone's computer screen.
On a page of information about me.
Now this time, it was not the one that said I was dead. No, I can live with being dead, and managed that quite nicely for some time before the button was unclicked.
No, this button told the Taxman that somehow I was being paid a whole load of cash that I was not telling him about.
[Insert image of elephant poop and a huge fan]
It has taken 6 weeks to find out what moron clicked the button and get it sorted. Meawhile there has been talk of the Taxman wanting more money from us and possible prosecution for fraud.
Thank you Mr/Mrs Botton-Clicking-Moron. My life really needed that extra excitement!