Joys of the Tax man

The worst thing about working freelance is the constant attention you get from HM Revenue & Customs, i.e. the tax man, i.e. bane of everyones existence. Just over the last few days I’ve received 4 letters from them, I dread opening just one of their letters and now I get that experience quadrupled, joy. The first wasn’t a big deal just a request for national insurance payments, they come every now and again and only are around £30, so no great pain in my arse just yet. The next one was heavy with contents, which is never a good thing when they send you that much in one envelope, and of course it didn’t disappoint to create and aching anus pain and crush my spirit harder than a Yorkshire terrier being humped by a sex starved hippo given a dose of adrenaline and Viagra.