Happy new year! I have spent most of today's waking hours (fewer than usual due to antics) worrying about the complexities of VAT. Sleep a little more soundly at night, my friends, knowing that you will never have to think about value added tax in a way that includes the following phrases that I uttered this evening:
"Oh no. Oh god. Oh no. Oh dear."
I think I might have to release my vice-like grip on my accounts. The prospect of VAT has ruined the love affair between me and numbers. It was less a love affair than a blind date, where your date is a spreadsheet (who hates you).
Running a business is really hard, it's not all crowns and capes round here, you know. I'm cancelling the comic and going to live in a hermit's caravan.