Sorting it all out

So here I was in 1990, a very hectic year and what would be a very rapid year as fifteen hour days would strip all the daylight from my life, Winter, Spring and Summer.

Although the Summer was far better.

When we left Britain in 1988 there were a few things that were left outstanding, I still owed part of my college grant, a lump of money on the Barclaycard (Visa) and four hundred pounds to the National Westminster bank.

The middle of 1990 presented a zero balance on all of that and the only link left to the UK was a monthly money order that I was sending to my first wife.

So, the money situation was being sorted out, probably due to the excess from jobshopping and not particularly from any business savvy, we were still extremely inefficient in the managing of money, but it was slowly starting to change.

Weeks flashed by and we made sure that we had our midweek pub night, something that was an oasis from all the ridiculous lost time from both our epic commutes, the Summer made it all that much better because even leaving the house at 7.30pm we could walk down to our local pub in the daylight.

This second (or third) pub night per week was essential...

...we needed the receipts.