Those That Can't Remember the Past....

The doorbell rang. It was a messenger: Sign here he said and with a chirpy smile skipped off down the road, leaving me with a white envelope in hand and a frown on my brow.

Initially I wasn't worried. It was the time of the year for the yearly tax declaration, but something seemed more formal than previous years. Something seemed a little darker.

It appeared, as I scoured the text trying to make sense of the legal jargon, that 6 years ago after we had sold our country house and bought the town house, the hacienda receive no notification of the capital gains we had declared - and in fact paid. Many thousands of euros as I remember now.

What was worrying, was the thought at the back of my mind that perhaps, we didn't do something right. Some paper wasn't correctly stamped or signed and six years later, its too late. 

According to the letter, we have 10 days to present the evidence in Hacienda or the issue will turn "grave" (serious). Great! Not only is it a paper nightmare to sort out, but they are threatening me in the process.

Tomorrow, off to the gestor again to find out what she says. Why do these things always come along every year or so?