Death and Taxes, Minus the Death

We're at that time of year when a lot of my photos are taken in the dark, since my walk home happens after the sun sets and walking the dog in the morning occurs before (or around) dawn. I'm inside at work during nearly all our daylight hours!

I've always liked this apartment building (above) in West Hampstead, but I seldom get a clear shot of it because there are cars in front. Last night I happened to catch it at a good time. I love the stained glass windows in that central stairway.

I am back in income tax hell here because I'm trying to file UK taxes for the first time. This has to do with income from my portion of my mother's estate, which I recently inherited, and I hired a tax adviser to compile my British return, since I'm unfamiliar with the system. She has done so, and let's just say my tax liability is higher than I expected. I'm still trying to understand why this is, but apparently it's because the UK taxes certain income at a higher level even if it's already been reported in the USA. I'm supposed to have a conversation with her next week to go over things, so hopefully I'll understand more then.

My feeling is, if I owe it, I owe it. And I'll pay it. But I do want to make sure we're minimizing the liability and I'm not filing incorrectly in the states in ways that leave me exposed here.

Sometimes living overseas is a huge pain in the neck. Not to mention expensive.

And then the question is, what's the best way to pay the tax bill? I'd rather not convert my American money, which would mean losing a percentage to the banks, so the alternative is to pay it from our British accounts -- and at this rate, a couple of years of income taxes on my American investments would drain our savings here. Obviously that's not sustainable.

Argh!

I don't think every year will be like this year. I think this is an especially heavy burden because of distributions I had to take from my mom's retirement accounts after her death. But still.

I took this photo yesterday in the library. Remember my purple heart plant, a type of Tradescantia? It's a relative of the plant now often called a "wandering dude." I have one here at home that I've had for many years and mentioned several times on the blog.

Well, every time pieces of it break off, I root them and stick them in a pot, which I then take to the library. This is the result -- we have at least six purple hearts on the library windowsill, along with various other plants from here and there. It's getting a little ridiculous, to be honest. I guess I have to be less soft-hearted about saving every cutting!