Today I go to the shops in search of ten Creme Eggs. I need them for a job next week.
Yes. They are a genuine business expense. Essential props. (I look forward to including this particular receipt when I do my books, and very much hope that my accountant (the strangely emotionless Olga) will question its inclusion.)
I source the eggs from WHSmith (two for a pound - bargain). Can't see them at first, so I have to ask. Find myself saying 'Do you sell Creme Eggs? Great - I need ten.' NEED! Shop assistant eyes me suspiciously (while probably pressing the bulimia panic button under the counter).
'Sure. You NEED ten. Probably for a job, yeah? Do you want them wrapped? Or open?'
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