It's not that we're trying to evade the system or that we haven't decided on a name yet. I had his name picked out years ago. It's just that we haven't made the time yet to get down to Wandsworth Town Hall and register the baby. And to be perfectly frank, I haven't really felt up to it.
We have a little less than two weeks to get him registered - or else. I'm not sure what the "or else" is - could be a fine or maybe the Queen gets to name our baby. Wonder what she might pick? If it's any indication, her dogs' names are Emma, Linnet, Holly, Willow, Brandy, Cider and Berry. Cider sounds pretty good, so maybe we'll just take our chances.
Actually, there is a bit of an incentive to get him all official. We should start getting money for Cletus soon - about $30 a week (we don't get a tax deduction for him, so don't get all excited) - that's money for us to feed and clothe him. But we won't get that money until he's registered. Not only that, but good ol' Gordon Brown is giving Cletus £250 just for being born. That money goes into trust until he's 18 - at which time he'll be able to do anything he wants with it.
Wise investor or beers for everyone?
And we know what good judgement 18 year old boys have. I'm so glad they've set it up so he has access to the cash on his 18th birthday. Depending on how wisely we invest the money, that ought to be a hell of an evening or quite the wild lost week in Ibiza.
We have the option to "top up" the account - tax free like. And will we? Hell, no. Although we'll give Cletus the option to add his own money (birthday/Christmas, etc) to the mix which might encourage less profligate spending.
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