Today, for the last time ever I hope, I have to do a self-assessed tax return for a self-employed individual, followed by updating all of our benefits with this new information.
This is, if you’ve never done it, a mire of hellish numeracy. I mean, I’m damn good at maths - to this day, I find it hard not to automatically add together numbers in my head when given them, or find patterns in them (it’s a problem) - but this is a different kind of maths. This is jargon-infused, devilry-grade mathematics, soaked in the blood of government tax regulators. It’s an arcane rite, assembled by the most unholy legal representatives of a body well hated across the world and bound in their scared red tape. It is a constant flow of calculations borne from the same numbers, but wholly acted upon in new and bizarre manners.
So, yeah, not going to have a good time.