To an office not far from my house where I enlist an accountant to do my finances from next April. I normally prefer to do things like bookkeeping myself because it’s cheaper and gives me a feeling of competence for a short while. My wife’s visa, however, if I’m to meet my share of the minimum income requirement through self-employment, requires my finances to be rubber-stamped by a chartered accountant. I don’t really mind this and the accountant, Brian, seems like a nice person.
Brian is surprised that I’ve come to him so early in the year but not especially surprised to hear that I’m an author. I see him write “book royalties,” casually on a pad.