Win some, lose some...

Wahayy! I'm not often gleeful and I don't often actually almost hate people, I'm not that sort of person, really (mind you, those of you who know me well also know that I can have quite a temper if properly provoked, but I've been working on it and, anyway, it's an entirely different story altogether).

So: you win some:
The young lady (let's be polite even though she probably doesn't deserve it) across the landing has left the premises. A friend of mine is looking for a flat so I thought I'd get in touch with the owner of the flat across the landing. And, lo and behold (or lo and listen), she tells me the young woman has flitted, leaving the place in a great big mess: carpets stained, bedding stained -- yuck and yuck again. This tells me something: do not let a flat, sell it outright...
However sorry I am for the owner, I am elated to know that maybe my friend will get the flat. Failing that, hopefully someone really nice and pleasant will move in and help us get this house sorted. Because we've made huge progress here, even though it doesn't show just yet. But nights are generally much quieter these days, and with that young lady gone, she won't be bringing her falling-over drunk friends in any more, so even weekends are more likely to be livable/sleepable. :)

However, you lose some:
I'm puzzled. Here I am, trying to do the right thing by the tax man. So I transferred a not unsubstantial sum of money into HMR&C's accounts, only to find the exact same sum transferred back into my account a few days later. Go figure! They don't want my money? When the roads have huge potholes and are falling apart at the edges because of the hard frost we have had, and services are being threatened with massive cuts and closures? I have no idea what went wrong. What worries me is that I cut things a tad fine, paying in at the last minute, so if the tax man doesn't have my money, will I get hammered with, a) a fine for late payment (even though I wasn't late) and b) with a substantial sum of interest, to boot?
I suppose I will find out in the morning. Their offices open at 8. Oh, boy, do I look forward to making a phone-call to an 0845 number!
So I'd better stop here and get myself under the covers because I have to be ready to roll by 8 so as not to keep my colleague waiting to take me down the road to a meeting. Rendez-vous is ten minutes' walk away, at 9:15.
Keep fingers crossed!