Surviving frugally this week, although in truth I haven't needed to buy anything so it hasn't been that much of a hardship. Fortunately the company's invoice gets paid tomorrow so all will be well again.
On that note, I got a very pleasant letter from Her Majesty's Customs and
Excise, arbitrarily fining me for a mistake made in a VAT return for a couple of
years ago. I don't know, running your own company seems to have become more
trouble that it's worth over the last couple of years. I know I was more eager
to spend time on the company when its income wasn't such a problem, but it seems
that there's that much more bureacracy these days. So I need to think about
whether to be awkward and wait until the summons arrives until I cough up,
although I suspect I'll probably just find some way of paying the fine as the
path of least resistance.
It's just drip-drip-drip. No one thing in itself is a big deal but the
continuous trickle of government-induced hassles really hacks me off. I remember
the film "Falling Down" and I understand it.
Anyway, as if in some perverse sense of respite, my mother has come down
today for a visit.
Went to Hatchards at lunchtime, only to find several photographers there -
I'd walked straight into the middle of a book signing by a guy called Charles
Spencer. Didn't ring a bell at the time but when I got back to the client's
office I mentioned it and was then told he was better known as Earl
Spencer, Princess Di's little brother. He didn't recognise
I did, however, buy a Michelin guide. We may only be visiting Cornwall this
year, but I can at least try to find some good places to eat!!