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Feb. 9th, 2004 02:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
liadnanMemo to self before going to bed last night: "must remember to pay that cheque into the bank this morning."
On arriving at bank this morning, bright and early, I pull various crumpled pieces of paper out of my fleece pocket. Print-out of fees received in last calendar year... no, but must remember to take the figure off that and put it into my professional liability form otherwise it'll be overdue. Print-out of fees received in Jan... no, but must remember to write a cheque for Head Clerk's commission and also pay the VAT element into the account where my taxes live until they're due. Credit card bills.. yes, that's the main thing I'm here for. Now where is that cheque...
Bugger.
In a panic, I spend lunch trudging back to Primrose Hill, as I've already dropped this cheque and retrieved it only through undeserved luck once already. Find the bugger sitting in the slightly organised pile of papers on my table (as opposed to the "pile of things to organise at least slightly" that occupies much of the floor).
Do I remember to put it in my pocket?
Do I bollocks.
Ho hum. Still, it's a glorious day, Spring seems just around the corner, and I've had a good weekend. Apart from the utterly undeserved killer hangover on Saturday morning that is. Found a good new Italian restaurant, received some surprising and good news, saw someone I haven't seen for ages, did something I'm hardly going to publish to the wider world.
Oh, and watched Angels in America. Interesting, but two things: (1) showing the whole thing back to back to gone midnight on a Sunday possibly unwise (2) would probably have more of a clue about what was going on sooner if I hadn't missed the start.
Reading The Dante Club. Good so far (particularly as the author evidently thinks Oliver Wendell Holmes Jnr was something of a tosser, as do I) but also.. eeeugh.
On arriving at bank this morning, bright and early, I pull various crumpled pieces of paper out of my fleece pocket. Print-out of fees received in last calendar year... no, but must remember to take the figure off that and put it into my professional liability form otherwise it'll be overdue. Print-out of fees received in Jan... no, but must remember to write a cheque for Head Clerk's commission and also pay the VAT element into the account where my taxes live until they're due. Credit card bills.. yes, that's the main thing I'm here for. Now where is that cheque...
Bugger.
In a panic, I spend lunch trudging back to Primrose Hill, as I've already dropped this cheque and retrieved it only through undeserved luck once already. Find the bugger sitting in the slightly organised pile of papers on my table (as opposed to the "pile of things to organise at least slightly" that occupies much of the floor).
Do I remember to put it in my pocket?
Do I bollocks.
Ho hum. Still, it's a glorious day, Spring seems just around the corner, and I've had a good weekend. Apart from the utterly undeserved killer hangover on Saturday morning that is. Found a good new Italian restaurant, received some surprising and good news, saw someone I haven't seen for ages, did something I'm hardly going to publish to the wider world.
Oh, and watched Angels in America. Interesting, but two things: (1) showing the whole thing back to back to gone midnight on a Sunday possibly unwise (2) would probably have more of a clue about what was going on sooner if I hadn't missed the start.
Reading The Dante Club. Good so far (particularly as the author evidently thinks Oliver Wendell Holmes Jnr was something of a tosser, as do I) but also.. eeeugh.
