Five freggin’ pounds!
It’s twenty years since I was an active landscape
photographer. Twenty years since the Great Recession pushed me off the ladder I’d
put so much effort into climbing. Back then, the very minimum fee paid for a magazine
reproduction was £20, usually more. Still, £5 is better than £0. Don’t
complain, Jeffrey.
I didn’t complain. I took it to the bank to pay into my
account.
There was a woman in front of me and I couldn’t help
overhearing her conversation with the cashier. ‘I want to talk to somebody
about inheritance tax,’ she said. ‘I have two properties, you see, and I don’t
want the taxman to get his hands on any of my money.’
I’ll bet she complains if the police, the fire service, the
NHS, the Highways Agency, the educational system, etc, etc, are less than
diligent in performing their functions. I wonder how she thinks it’s all paid
for.
When she’d gone I took my cheque to the same cashier.
‘I have no property,’ I said, ‘but I do have a raindrop to
put into my jam jar.’
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