I've really done well today.
I can do it when I want. After a long weekend of golf, beer and singing I woke up today and did some jobs, cut the grass, 3 loads of washing but the biggy was I opened my mail. One letter was from the tax man, I left that till last. No bad news, until I opened the Tax man.Our system for taxing self employed is mad. It works like this. you work a year then submit your accounts, you have earned enough to pay £100 tax, so the tax man wants £100 plus 50 for next year. It ends up you pay half of next year half of this year plus a bit more just for good luck. The whole thing was started by Gordon Brown who found a way of making 50% of all self employed tax before it was earned, cleaver boy. I remember playing a year and a half tax, mutter mutter.
It does mean when you finish work or earning you only have to pay half a year, well that's where the letter I've just opened made me laugh. They owe me, yes money back. About a months wages. YES.
It was a hard weekend.
I had to drive to Edinburgh and find John the Scot's house. I don't know why but I always get lost on that side of town. We eventually jumped into his car and drove another 1 1/2 hours north. John is a budding racing driver, even though he's well up into his 50's.So it's down lanes just wide enough for one car 60 mph into blind bends. I don't know maybe I'm just getting old but I had my eye's closed for long periods.
We had a pint and went out and played golf until late, then we had a pint. After a shower (I'm allowed 2 in the summer) we had another pint while we waited for Dinner (tea to me), after that we drank until bedtime. That's when we found out that we had a double bed and we had both forgot our jimjams. It was intimate.
The next day we played golf and had a pint.
It was at this point Dave (producer of music video's) sent a text 'We are coming to Newcastle, could we have a few hours playing music at yours, Phil's coming'. Well what could I say?
It ended up with the cameras coming out, more beer was drunk, this makes us think we are better than we are. It was great fun but. ...... Have a look.
Well at least the mails been done, the washings been done. Time for a kip. I'm out with Malcolm tonight.
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