That is why his face did what it did. Not because of what the numbers say. Because of whose handwriting it was in.
Every ledger page. Every invoice. The VAT quarters, the subcontractor records, the fuel reconciliations, eleven years of them.
Four of the hire agreements from 2013 are in biro on lined paper, because that is what we had in that kitchen and because the printer had gone.
I did those books at a kitchen table for eleven years.
Not helped with. Did. There was nobody else — he could not read a ledger in 2011 and he cannot read one now, and that is not an insult, it is in the four files.
I did those books at a kitchen table for eleven years.
Monday nights and most of Sunday, from about seven until eleven. With a baby in 2015 and again in 2022, one-handed for four months of each.
For nothing. There was never a line for me on anything anywhere, because it was his company and I was helping.
