Screaming ab-dabs! . . . and update

Dog rose on my walk this morning.

 I am tearing my hair out here.  I decided this was the time to chase HMRC about the chunk of money they overcharged me when they put me on an emergency tax code.  However, from having ALL the paperwork from Keith's death piled on top of the big chest of drawers in the kitchen (Emma's, and taken by Danny a few months ago), I can no longer put my hand on ANY OF IT, my tax raid included.  Where did I put it?  I have searched in the places it should be, searched book and paperpiles on the table (guilty of untidiness as charged) and am climbing the walls here with frustration!  I have been through the wooden trunks with paperwork in.  All much older stuff, which needs going through, but not today.

I've been for a walk (earlier) - which would have been a good way to calm down.  I have received the two missing bars for my rose arch, but think if I start trying to put THAT together now, I will really blow my top.  Is is just me who is such a twit when it comes to paperwork?  I have all the Probate stuff together and was sure that was where my HMRC letter was, but no . . .  The only good thing should be that it is all together - I just have to find out WHERE.

Update:  Found them, tidied neatly away in a blue box file which had "stuff" piled on top of it . . .  It will take me a while to get down off this stress level though.