A common by-product of self-employment is a wallet full of receipts. These often greatly outweigh the money enclosed; from a distance you'd be fooled into thinking my wallet was stuffed full of cash. If I ever get mugged, my assailant will be sorely disappointed - unless he has a fetish for filing other people’s tax returns. Every couple of days my wallet is full to the brim. At that point, the receipts are transferred to a shoebox - and then promptly forgotten until late January, when my self-assessment deadline is imminent. When it comes to receipts, I’m a bit of an expert. Not that it’s taken long to reach this level; when you’ve seen one, you’ve pretty much seen them all. Until you start shopping at Marks and Spencer, that is. The other day I bought a loaf of bread from my local M&S garage – and despite only buying one item, I was startled by the sheer magnitude of the receipt. 50p for scale. It just kept coming out of the till. I’m su...
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