Hello Jen, In the long ago, in the ancient times, in the days when only farmers drove Range Rovers, I trod a path of scholarship in pursuit of a master’s degree – thus, I earned the right to put the letters MBA after my name. My next-door neighbour, a delightful lady of no small charm, had come to these shores in her quest of a doctorate in pedagogy. She had a three, perhaps four-year old son, who’d just started at nursery. Children of All Ages In an unpractised, and in my minor dread—hopeless attempt at being friendly, seriously, how does a young adult who had no concept of, hadn’t the merest shadow of inclination or desire for fatherhood talk to a toddler without sounding like an irredeemable idiot? But, I had a go at it. I muttered to the young fellow, enquiring after his welfare, and how he was finding his initiation to our education system. He relayed his untempered enjoyment of the experience. He or I, I forget who, mentioned that he had been learning nursery rhymes. We then sang several of them, Polly Put the Kettle On, Ring a Ring of Roses, Baa Baa Black Sheep, on and on we went.
Inheritance Tax: Laugh at Suspicion
Hello Ade, I’m thinking of buy my parents’ house. I’m told Inheritance tax and CGT might be due. The house is £650,000 but even with a mortgage I could only pony up £450,000. They would move to another property. My know-it-all sister is not averse to the sale, but she says the sale must be at the full market value. Surely, my parents can sell their property to whomever they wish at whatever price they agree. Who’s right? Thanks.
Jen, Northants.
Hello Jen, In the long ago, in the ancient times, in the days when only farmers drove Range Rovers, I trod a path of scholarship in pursuit of a master’s degree – thus, I earned the right to put the letters MBA after my name. My next-door neighbour, a delightful lady of no small charm, had come to these shores in her quest of a doctorate in pedagogy. She had a three, perhaps four-year old son, who’d just started at nursery. Children of All Ages In an unpractised, and in my minor dread—hopeless attempt at being friendly, seriously, how does a young adult who had no concept of, hadn’t the merest shadow of inclination or desire for fatherhood talk to a toddler without sounding like an irredeemable idiot? But, I had a go at it. I muttered to the young fellow, enquiring after his welfare, and how he was finding his initiation to our education system. He relayed his untempered enjoyment of the experience. He or I, I forget who, mentioned that he had been learning nursery rhymes. We then sang several of them, Polly Put the Kettle On, Ring a Ring of Roses, Baa Baa Black Sheep, on and on we went.
Hello Jen, In the long ago, in the ancient times, in the days when only farmers drove Range Rovers, I trod a path of scholarship in pursuit of a master’s degree – thus, I earned the right to put the letters MBA after my name. My next-door neighbour, a delightful lady of no small charm, had come to these shores in her quest of a doctorate in pedagogy. She had a three, perhaps four-year old son, who’d just started at nursery. Children of All Ages In an unpractised, and in my minor dread—hopeless attempt at being friendly, seriously, how does a young adult who had no concept of, hadn’t the merest shadow of inclination or desire for fatherhood talk to a toddler without sounding like an irredeemable idiot? But, I had a go at it. I muttered to the young fellow, enquiring after his welfare, and how he was finding his initiation to our education system. He relayed his untempered enjoyment of the experience. He or I, I forget who, mentioned that he had been learning nursery rhymes. We then sang several of them, Polly Put the Kettle On, Ring a Ring of Roses, Baa Baa Black Sheep, on and on we went.
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