My pet dog ate my tax return…and all the reminders. I was up a mountain in Wales, and couldn’t find a postbox or get an internet signal. I fell in with the wrong crowd. I forgot to check my whomail. I’ve been travelling the world, trying to escape from a foreign intelligence agency. Barack Obama is in charge of my finances. I’ve been busy looking after a flock of escaped parrots and some fox cubs. A work colleague borrowed my tax return, to photocopy it, and didn’t give it back. I live in a camper van in a supermarket car park. My girlfriend’s pregnant. I was in Australia.