I have been puzzling over turning Mark into a Limited Company.
This is because we are currently paying more in tax than we were earning a few weeks ago, and it is beginning to be a bit excessive. I am all for supporting our beloved leaders in their wise and thoughtfully considered endeavours to make the country a better place, even if only for themselves, but there is a limit.
I am going to have to register him with Companies House. Actually probably I am going to register both of us, because I am going to be a shareholder in him. Indeed, I am probably going to be the controlling shareholder because Mark is far too dyslexic to plough through their myriad of paperwork. I am not dyslexic but even I am looking at it and blinking, confusedly.
Companies House warns on their website that everything takes much longer than it used to, and will cost fifty quid. It appears that all its staff are still working from home in case they catch bat flu at work, how proud I am to be British sometimes. Anyway, we are going to do it. I have not yet decided what we are going to call it, at the moment my name of choice is Un, but I do not know if they will let us. I will keep you posted.
Lucy has gone back home. She has got to go and detect things tomorrow, so we packaged the cats up this afternoon and she has disappeared. The cats can only be captured with the aid of a feather on a bit of string that is called the Cat Lure. It has got a bell on it, and as soon as they hear it ring they come dashing in from whatever malfeasance in which they happen to be engaged, and leap on it. This always leads to them being scooped up and imprisoned in the loathed cat cage, but they never seem to learn, rather to my surprise, because I would have given them credit for being rather cleverer than the dogs, which isn’t difficult.
The dogs buzzed off on our walk this morning. They were charging about, belting up and down the fell, when suddenly they disappeared, and two minutes later we caught sight of them as two tiny distant specks, dashing at top speed up a field miles away on the other side of the valley.
They had caught the scent of a deer. Roger Poopy likes deer, although quite what he might do if he found one I don’t know. Rosie does not really know about deer, and would not chase them if she did, she is terrified of cows, but she likes running after Roger, and the two of them disappeared into the far distance.
Of course we yelled and bellowed and jumped up and down, but they had gone too far to hear us, and it wasn’t until Lucy whistled that Roger finally glanced up, and realised that he was about to be in trouble.
I can’t whistle so it was a good job Lucy was there.
They were exhausted after that, and slept the sleep of dogs with a clear conscience all day, which they should not have done, because not only had they rushed off on the fell, but one of them had had an accident on the floor this morning, so they had even started the day in terrible disgrace.
Lucy was going to go home after the walk, but she was still so tired that it did not seem like a sensible idea, and so she went upstairs and slept whilst I made some High Protein Very Good For You fish wraps for everybody’s dinner.
You mix lots of eggs and a couple of spoonfuls of flour with some milk, and then using the spray oil that only just coats the bottom of the pan and doesn’t make anything greasy or anybody fat, you fry the thinnest pancakes you can possibly manage. Whilst they are frying, you shove some trout in the oven, and when that is done you use the pancake pan to fry some asparagus, chopped into tiny bits, for about two minutes. You mix the trout and asparagus with lemon juice, cream cheese and garlic, and put a dollop into the middle of every pancake. Spread it out, wrap it up, and microwave for a minute or two before you go to work. It will make you very grumpy when customers come along and interrupt.
Lucy took some home with her, because fish is good for your brain whist you are trying to detect things.
I hope it is good for my brain as well.
I have not written my dissertation yet.