Matters Financial

I've had to spend quite a bit of time over the last couple of days sorting through documents, talking on the phone and writing letters and e-mails to deal with a bit of a mess regarding various accounts, policies and payments that have grown up around me over the years. I've hated every minute of it which explains in part why I could never have been a banker. That and the fact that I hate numbers. It also explains why I'll never have any real money - I'm talking golden taps in the bathroom here.

Mind you, I'm quite happy about that. I've never found golden taps all that useful. At least, having never actually experienced them, I can't imagine how they could be.

And I've still got to do my tax return for the year. Oh joy.