Don’t panic; you’ve still got 13 hours to get yours in.
The Inland Revenue just let me off doing mine after I gave up claiming travel to tick GBG pubs was a deductible expense and my tax affairs became rather simpler. That leaves Mrs RM and my 19 year old barber to do theirs, if my lad ever gets his unique taxpayer reference so he can declare his income before Lockdown. I suspect they owe him money.
Nowadays my monthly returns are rather more important.
Here’s an extract from the Giant 2020 Pub Spreadsheet I was spurred to complete after reading Duncan’s daring-do this week.
No, I don’t understand the mysterious +10 in January 2020, either; I’ll ask him when I see him.
My January 2020 was rather splendid;
Yes, 103 pub visits in 31 days a year ago. 67 of those were new ticks, as I’ve told you already. Keep up.
Before I signed off the January return, I cross-checked my 3 data sources; Google Maps timeline, 2020 diary* and this blog. There was an element of controversy on the 31st.
Google tells me I spent 14 minutes in the Wych Elm in Burntwood; I even have the photo to prove it.
But I KNOW I left before I ordered, as the lunch option looked so poor.
Instead I ended up a mile or so down the road in bucolic Brownhills, where the Sizzlin’ Smithy’s Forge offered less blue overall and flat cap but better banter, as
Two ladies, toddler in tow, sank pints of Stella and Strongbow and compared plans for Friday.
“I’m doing the tax return”
“I’m having sex”
I miss pubs.
*I have a 2021 diary that cost 69p from Asda. At the moment it’s the worst 69p I’ve ever spent.