Today, getting in tune with my accounts. A letter from Mr Taxman reminds me that he wants to know what I am up to, so I begin the yearly slog of figuring out all the numbers. I do it all myself and use the online self-assessment doo-hickey. It’s all rather clever. My problem is that I am a number dyslexic, so I have to double, triple, quadruple, quintuple, sextuple, septuble, quadruple check… 🙂
Luckily, being a freelance writer and not having any outgoings or materials or staff means that I have a relatively easy time of submitting my tax return. I just tell them how much I’ve earnt and how much I want deducted as spendables (this doesn’t come to much: envelopes, sundries, etc)
Loaf of the Day:
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It’s a standard white loaf…slightly blurred because my hands were shaking in delight at the wonder of this vision of bread-based loveliness.
My current commission is all about Internet privacy and just how easy it is to find people on the Internet. As part of my research, I managed to find the address of my father (though he might have already moved on). So I got to thinking that if he is so easy to find, then I must be doubly, triply, quadriply easy to find. So I got to thinking that if my half-sister knows where I am, maybe she doesn’t get in touch because she doesn’t want to? Or maybe I am just thinking aloud too much, eh? Basically, in this day and age, if you have an internet connection, you are pretty easy to find…it’s just whether or not anyone wants to find you…
For example, my house looks like this from the air:
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