The VAT Man Cometh

And the VAT Man taketh away. Well not this time he doesn’t, because this time the devious sinister bastard actually owes me money Bwahahaha! Though that will probably change as soon as he sees it. *sigh*

Normally I’ll reward myself for doing the accounting with a big glass (or seven) of wine – one needs to be anaesthetised after all that – but with the antibiotics it’s not going to happen. Another *sigh*

So instead I have to finish up the thing I’m doing (and have been since Monday morning) and have a think about tomorrow’s library fest. Or I’ll just go sleep. Mmm, sleep…

Foetal tattoos naïve!