HMRC has taken it upon itself to inform me that I'm dead – a shocking twist in my ongoing battle with the tax authorities. The root cause? A national insurance (NI) number mistake that's left me with two numbers, one belonging to someone who's long since passed away.
In 1991, I received this number while working in the UK for six years. Fast forward to 2015, when HMRC couldn't find it on their system and issued a temporary replacement – only to leave it behind after I returned. Despite my repeated attempts to reclaim my original number, including lengthy phone calls and visits to the offices, I've been met with stonewalling.
The most recent development has seen me labeled as "deceased" by HMRC, prompting an application for state pension forecast. It's infuriating to be told I'm dead when, in fact, I'm alive and kicking – albeit with a bit of bureaucratic baggage.
An investigation into how this error occurred seems to have been put on hold indefinitely, with HMRC citing the passage of time as the reason. The reality is that I've spent years chasing my tail, while they've managed to rectify the issue in just five days – an eyebrow-raising display of efficiency.
Now, I'm being told to apply for a new NI number from the Department for Work and Pensions, which will hopefully retrieve and merge my previous numbers. However, with my current employment records entwined with those of someone who's no longer alive, I have low confidence that this process will unfold without major hiccups.
To add insult to injury, HMRC has offered a paltry £250 in compensation – hardly a satisfactory resolution given the distress caused by their botched handling. It's clear that I'll need professional advice to untangle my employment records and ensure I don't miss out on any entitlements or saddled with liabilities as a result of this mess.
Ultimately, HMRC's response has been underwhelming, suggesting that it was only when I threatened to go public with their mistakes that they finally decided to act. As someone who's had enough of being treated like a non-entity by the tax authorities, I'll be keeping a close eye on how things unfold – and hoping for a more satisfactory outcome than the one offered so far.
In 1991, I received this number while working in the UK for six years. Fast forward to 2015, when HMRC couldn't find it on their system and issued a temporary replacement – only to leave it behind after I returned. Despite my repeated attempts to reclaim my original number, including lengthy phone calls and visits to the offices, I've been met with stonewalling.
The most recent development has seen me labeled as "deceased" by HMRC, prompting an application for state pension forecast. It's infuriating to be told I'm dead when, in fact, I'm alive and kicking – albeit with a bit of bureaucratic baggage.
An investigation into how this error occurred seems to have been put on hold indefinitely, with HMRC citing the passage of time as the reason. The reality is that I've spent years chasing my tail, while they've managed to rectify the issue in just five days – an eyebrow-raising display of efficiency.
Now, I'm being told to apply for a new NI number from the Department for Work and Pensions, which will hopefully retrieve and merge my previous numbers. However, with my current employment records entwined with those of someone who's no longer alive, I have low confidence that this process will unfold without major hiccups.
To add insult to injury, HMRC has offered a paltry £250 in compensation – hardly a satisfactory resolution given the distress caused by their botched handling. It's clear that I'll need professional advice to untangle my employment records and ensure I don't miss out on any entitlements or saddled with liabilities as a result of this mess.
Ultimately, HMRC's response has been underwhelming, suggesting that it was only when I threatened to go public with their mistakes that they finally decided to act. As someone who's had enough of being treated like a non-entity by the tax authorities, I'll be keeping a close eye on how things unfold – and hoping for a more satisfactory outcome than the one offered so far.