I hate money. We are such slaves to it.

It looked like this year I was going to get audit for my income tax. It was more of a pain than anything. Today I received the letter and opened it with a deep breath. As with all things in life the opposite of what I expected greeted me. It was my return and there will be no audit. I was over the moon. It basically got a huge load off my shoulders. I can also forget my concerns about ho I’m going to pay for my Europe trip later this year. The return was most generous.

There was a second letter today. I could have thrown it away and nearly did. It’s from the bank and it’s usually some crap they want to sell. Again, things are the opposite of what I expected. It wasn’t junk mail at all but rather a notification that my mortgage interest rate is to go up a quarter of a percent due to ‘increased financial costs’. I read that as ‘bend over tax’. This isn’t even a normal interest rate increase in line with our RBA! They’re to meet in a fortnight and the talk is the interest rates will go up again. That’s the third increase in about 5 months from them. All up that’s going to be a 1% increase in less then half a year. 1% doesn’t sound like a lot but it makes a massive difference. I’m well off in some ways and can absorb these added costs. I pitty the countless families that are suffering and the many that will lose their home.

I really do hate money.