You are allowed to enjoy this…

Another rotten night’s sleep punctuated by me waking up choking on my own vomit at just before 5am. Is this a stress symptom or caused by another underlying factor?

Meanwhile, I got my first rejection from an agent today for the book I am writing about my current woes. Possible titles: Fear and Loathing in Norfolk or How Not to Run a Business.

My accountant gave me the details of a VAT expert who may have some advice for me. I have emailed him the details of the case and await a response. Just realised that I’ve got less than a week to file my VAT return and somehow find the £8000 they might want from me. I can beg for mercy on the VAT advice line, but don’t fancy kow-towing to these bastards just yet.

Phone calls and emails and phone calls and emails and I am not clearer to knowing what is really going on. Everyone is on holiday, so you’ll just have to stall the VAT man and write him a letter telling him to wait. Wait a minute, the VAT man is on holiday too! Why aren’t I on holiday? Because I am a stupid twat…

I have now moved enough boxes to cut a path to my guitar cases, meaning that the squeaky beast awakens…shown for the first, my portable recording rig that I put together while in transit.

Last night’s dream involved someone breaking into the shop…though it wasn’t my shop…you know how dream’s are filled with stange familiarity. So I enter the shop to find the miscreant still there, rooting through the stock room, probably looking for the safe. There’s a confrontation and he brings out a large knife and attacks me, stabbing me in both arms as I try to defend myself and he escapes into the night…

Always been a fan of Jay Leno and this is the advert for his new chat show. Should have been directed by the Coen brothers…but you can’t imagine Alan Carr or Wossy coming up with something as savagely dark as this…

Another obstacle gets in the way.

Meanwhile, the MIB (Motor Insurers Bureau) says: “I will refer this to my manager”.

Long talks, no answers, sleep doesn’t have required effect…

What can you do about a VAT liability I wasn’t aware of. And how could be liable when the insurance is supposed to cover all eventualities? There has to be an answer…

Like the cornered rat, I bear my teeth and come out fighting…

But seriously, all is not lost, dear reader. After an email discussion with the loss adjustor, it seems that the MIB (Motor Insurers Bureau) will have to pick up my costs. The only problem is that the apportionment of the insurance claim may have to be reworked out again. But this is something for the loss assessor and loss adjustors of all parties to sit down and discuss.

The downside is that it can take time for cheques to be drawn and dispatched and I’ve only got until the end of the month to make my VAT return and have the funds in my account. Oh well, I am sure something will happen… It’s the stress that’s getting to me. Feel completely drained by it all.

Then onto reading Sound on Sound in bed whilst listening to LBC. This is almost normality.

So the insurers sent me a cheque for £5000 on Friday as part of my “business interruption” payout and now I only have £300 of it left. All major bills paid off, some left outstanding with no money to cover them. I really don’t see how this farce can continue…

The VAT Man says you have a problem, but I’m not going to tell you how much you need to pay. You are going to guess what you are going to pay and then we are going to tell you that you are wrong… This is a stupid game and I don’t want to play anymore.

The VAT man says I am partially liable for the Vat payments, which means I need to magic £7,000+ out of my backside on top of the other debts I have accrued because of the crash…

I am ruined through no fault of my own. The thing I’ve learnt is that insurance is no insurance. I’ve seen into the eyes of stupidity and it was evil…

It is very easy to lose sight of who you are and where you are going…