The Tax Return.

I dread the end of January. For us folks here in the UK that's tax return time. If you've any sense you'll do it well before the deadline date. But I've very little sense when it comes to doing my accounts and always leave it until the very very very last minute.

So today found me scrabbling through boxes of receipts & invoices, sorting all all my outgoings and incomings. Horrid.

Anyway the fabulous Mr McQ must have sensed it was going to be a painful day and came home with this beautiful bunch of flowers, which cheered me up no end.

And next year will I remember how stupid it is to leave it until the last second? Probably not....