I took a day off my delivery work yesterday, to do my end of year accounts.
This involved a review of my annual figures, since I stopped using Alan Kindred as my accountant. This year, 2022-23, is the third, doing them myself online. I’ll come back to this later.
I also wanted to try and calm down, as my anxiety levels have been rising precipitously. Sadly a very stressful (and totally pointless) chat with dad, fairly early in the morning, scuppered that hope. I had to disengage from my accounts, and anything else, to calm down.
I did manage to calm myself. And I did get back to, and finish, my online submission. Thank goodness! It’s not a chore I enjoy.
*Florence Baptistry mosaic.
Another difficult part of the day was a phone call to HMRC. The robotic preamble to being placed in the queue says it’s a 30 minute wait. Ha! I knew it’d be longer.
The call itself was one hour and twenty minutes long. Only the last fifteen minutes of which was my conversation with the advisor. She was very helpful. But it’s criminal how underfunded and under-resourced all our public services are.
As Richard Osman said pointedly to camera, on his House Of Games show, Britain needs to wake up!
Anyway, accounts submitted, it’s now just a case of waiting to see how my latest figures impact on my overall fiscal situation.
