Maybe it’s hiding with my green dress?

Way back in June, just before I went to Florida, my road tax came up for renewal. And so did my car insurance and MOT. Actually, that’s not quite true: the tax disc was due to expire while we were away, and because of the general stress/excitement involved in going on vacation, not to mention all of the other car-related expenses going on at the time, I became absolutely convinced that I would forget to renew it, and when I got home the police would be waiting for me at the airport or something. Because clearly I have no idea how these things work AT ALL.

Anyway, I was so sure that Bad Things were going to happen involving this tax disc that I ordered and paid for it online the very second the renewal notice came in the mail, then I sat back and congratulated myself on being so freaking organised.

A couple of days later, the new tax disc arrived, but – and here’s the kicker – rather than sticking it on the inside of my windscreen, as required by law, it’s looking increasingly likely that I just stuck it INSIDE THE BIN instead. Or, you know, somewhere.

Then I went on holiday, in blissful ignorance of the fact that my careful planning had all been for nothing, and my car was now sitting in the driveway displaying an out of date tax disc.

Then I came home and proceeded to drive the car here, there and everywhere (well, to the gym and the mall), STILL without the tax disc. Terry drove his mum to the airport in said car-with-no-valid-tax-disc. Then, four weeks later? He drove her back. And still the tax disc was out of date.

Today, though, while out in the driveway, Terry finally noticed the fact that my car was sitting there being ILLEGAL. So he told me about it and I, of course, proceeded to freak the hell out. A fingertip search of the house was undertaken, but I knew that it was in vain, and I knew this because it’s only been a few weeks since the LAST search of the house, and I’d like to think that if the missing tax disc had turned up while I was searching for the green dress, I’d have noticed it. I mean, I’d LIKE to think that, but last time I checked I was still Amber, and you really never know with me, do you?

In the end I called my bank and was all, “Oh, hai, do you by any chance know if I paid my road tax in June?” Luckily my bank are used to such questions from me, and they confirmed that yes, I had, in fact paid for the new disc, so I am not being quite as illegal as I thought I was. It’ll now apparently cost me £7 to get a replacement disc though, and meanwhile I am sure – SURE – that wherever it is, it is probably with the green dress and missing top.

WHAT WILL BE NEXT?

Hi, I'm Amber. I'm a full-time fashion/shoe blogger from the UK, and this is the story of my life, my clothes, and the International Man of Mystery Next Door. You can read more from me at my other blogs, The Fashion Police and Shoeperwoman, and you can follow me on Bloglovin' here.

6 Comments

  • Reply August 28, 2009

    rachel pattisson

    It’s so annoying when something like that happens. I once lost my birth certificate and searched Everywhere for it, until I convinced myself I must have shredded it and thrown it away. I got a new one but I still keep thinking I just *might* find the old one somewhere. You never know!
    .-= rachel pattisson´s last blog ..The Purloined Toy Collection =-.

    • Reply August 28, 2009

      Amber

      I’m almost 100% sure I’ll never see the green dress again, but I’ve just written out a cheque (old skool!) for a new tax disc, so I’m just as sure the original will turn up as soon as the new one arrives. I’m thinking of installing CCTB inside my house and car so that I can stop this constant cycle of Me Losing Things. Gah.

  • Reply August 29, 2009

    Sophie

    Ooh you little criminal you!! I think that Rubin is the one stealing these things. That’s why he murdered your toys – he was using them to hide the tax disk, the dress and the top!! Lol

  • Reply August 29, 2009

    diane

    Oh, this is so the sort of thing I'd do! When you're busy, it's so easy to put things in er, unpredicatable places (never to be seen again), isn't it? At least it keeps life interesting, eh?

  • Reply August 30, 2009

    Lauren

    OK, so they say things come (or go missing) in threes. I think that is you done missy!
    .-= Lauren´s last blog ..Elderberries and Juniper =-.

  • Reply September 1, 2009

    Emily I.

    At least you’ve just done this the once I presume? A year and a half ago when we moved to our current town (population 1003) I purchased the required town car sticker for $5 then lost it in the move. The replacement was just $1 which was easier than spending more time searching. Last November I paid for this years sticker first thing and when it came by post I put it on the car dashboard so I wouldn’t lose it until I got around to scraping off the old sticker. Which is when I discovered I’d lost the new one too. I was going to coerce my husband into going back to town hall to explain we’d lost the second sticker in a row when the original arrived by post with a note. Someone had found the sticker in the next town over, mailed it to our town hall, who mailed it on to us. Spending about the same in postage as it would have cost us to replace it. Folks are so nice around here, but how can I ever face Milly, Issuer of Town Stickers again without the words “I’m not really an idiot”? Maybe she didn’t see me this summer when I had to drive the tractor home from the car repair towing the garden cart full of perishable groceries. Ack!

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