The Lovely S.
And I can’t be there – in Worcestershire – to give her the support and comfort that she needs.
You can quote me.
My poor girl, she sounded so… cast away, isolated.
And there’s other stuff…
I discovered this evening (I’ve been doing my books – break out the rum rations!) that the agency I’m working for down here has been paying me Net of VAT.
So I’m going to have to ring them tomorrow and sort it out.
I hate talking about money, but…
If these people don’t cough up my VAT I’m probably going to have to hand in my notice; there’s no way I can sustain paying 17.5% tax on a Net earning on what is the lowest rate I’ve ever accepted.
So all in all I’m feeling a little subdued too.
Wish I could just get in the car and go home.
We’ll see how I feel tomorrow.