At long last I've managed to catch up...just one more e-mail to answer and then I'll finally have a clear conscience...well...not totally clear, but clear enough to be going on with.
There always seems to be stuff hanging over my head like the Sword of Damocles...when we were working it was the accounts, which I so loathed doing that I'd leave them until a couple of days before the accountant began to threaten all manner of horrible consequences...then I'd sit at the dining room table faced with a mountain of receipts and scraps of paper...snapping at anyone who dared to interrupt me when I realised that there was no evidence of us buying food for two weeks at the end of August and a year's worth of electricity bills had simply disappeared.
One year in total desperation, I went into the accountant with several plastic shopping bags stuffed to the hilt with paper and left them in a corner of his cramped office...on top of other plastic shopping bags from other people who also quailed at the thought of making the books balance...
Now it seems to be e-mails that sit there glowering at me...and family trees, that only need to be stuffed into an envelope and taken to the Post Office, but they lie about for weeks gathering dust and Murphy sits on them and the longer I leave it the more guilty I feel...inertia sets in after a while.
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You have done it again Vashti. Many years ago I used to do book-keeping at home to supplement my day job. Oh the plastic bags!!!!! all had a deadline of about a week before the tax man or the vat man would be knocking at the door, not mine theres. No computers then all I had was an electric adding machine that although I say myself i was a wiz at. I have spent many hours sitting on the floor trying to put the contents of these bags into some sort of order before I could even begin to do the real work. I charged by the hour but how could I tell them how long it had really taken to sort those dreadful bags out.
I do VAT return for a company and it is amazing how many bits of paper go missing. No matter how much I scream that if they haven't got a proper receipt they can't claim. Can't see the difference between credit card receipt for a garage and a petrol receipt, well it must be for petrol! Vat man doesn't agree. Occasionally I lose it and make them turn out wallets, pockets and cars - sadly most that turn up are 6 months old and in last quarter.
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