To sum up today, I hate tax. I guess I should qualify that by saying, I hate stuffing receipts into a bag all year, then having to go through my diary, bank and credit card statements and said stuffed receipts to try to make sense of it all. I expected to breeze through, be done by 6pm, then have a leisurely dinner. Um, wrong. Refer to the title of this post to see how far I got.

My self imposed deadline falls at 6.30pm tomorrow, which is when I have to head in to work. Hopefully getting through the first chunk will help put me in a more “taxy” headspace, which should get me to the end with sanity intact.

Apart from horrendous paperwork, tomorrow’s mission is to view the house I’ve been trying not to get too attached to over the last few days. You may choose to insert derisive snort here, but I really am trying. After I finish at the gym, I have to transform myself into some type of slick corporate chick, instead of a sweaty gym girl. Wish me luck, and no doubt I’ll be posting about it tomorrow evening - unless my stupid tax deadline gets in the way!

Today I’m loving: Chickpea, haloumi and rocket salad. I’ve mentioned it here before but it’s so delicious it’s worth a second go.