Thursday, 27 May 2010

One of the certainties of life...

... is paying taxes. While it may, as my friend with socialist leanings likes to remind me, a privilege to do so, actually carrying out the process is a pain. In the UK, the pain of paying taxes is a little stab of regret when you see the figure that was automatically deducted from your salary, in France you have to fill out a form telling them how much you've earned just for the pleasure of being sent an enormous bill afterwards.

As well as your salary, you have to declare other sources of income, including interest on foreign bank accounts. If the interest was paid in another currency, you have to convert it using the exchange rates from the Paris Bourse for the day that it was paid into your account.

Without the wonder that is the internet, I don't know how I would ever have found all this information out, but thanks to modern technology, I am now nearly ready to sit back and enjoy the privilege of contributing to society. Ahh, the satisfaction.


  1. Don't even get me started on the habitation tax I got billed for long after I returned to New Zealand! It was quite valid I guess, but I didn't ever seem to get the payment quite right and got letters which seemed to infer that someone would come and take my furniture! Lol. All sorted now. :-) Your tax business sounds VERY complicated! Bon courage!

  2. Thanks, Alison. The form has now been safely deposited in the correct letter box and I am feeling much better!

    I love the idea that they thought they might come to NZ to take your furniture - talk about an empty threat!