Tutor Can't Track Who Paid? The Tombola Table at the Fête

2026-10-22

The tombola table smells of sun cream and warm plastic. It's Saturday, 11:40, and you are standing behind a trestle covered in a paper tablecloth, holding a roll of raffle tickets you've been asked to sell.

You only volunteered because a parent you teach asked nicely. Now the queue is moving, someone is shaking a jar of coins, and a voice behind you says, "Oh, hello! Are you the maths tutor?"

It's a mum you recognise. She smiles. You smile back.

And in your head, a small cold question: Did she pay for last month?

You don't know. You really don't.

The question you can't ask at a fête

She's friendly. She says the lessons are going so well. She buys four tickets and says she'll transfer the money "this week, sorry, it's been mad."

You say, "No problem at all."

You say that a lot.

Then you spend the next twenty minutes handing out bottles of squash and jars of pickle, while a different part of your brain runs the numbers. Was it three lessons or four last month? Did she say she'd pay in two parts? Was that the other family? The one who wrote "sent!" in a message but you never saw it land?

You have a notebook. You have a banking app. You have a messaging thread where someone once wrote "I'll sort it Friday." You have a calendar with lessons in it, and some of them were moved.

What you don't have is one place that says: this person is behind, this much, since then.

What it quietly costs

Nobody warns you about this part of tutoring. The teaching is the good bit. You like the moment when something clicks. You like the quiet relief on someone's face.

The money part sits underneath it all, like a stone in your shoe.

You avoid looking at your bank account on Sunday evenings. You hesitate before writing a message that says "just a gentle reminder", because you're not sure the reminder is even correct. What if they did pay and you missed it? Imagine the embarrassment.

So you wait. And waiting is how a small delay turns into a big one.

There's also the cancelled lesson from two weeks ago, the one at short notice. Did you charge for it? Did you decide not to? You can't remember, and you feel a bit silly, because it's your business and you should know your own rules.

It isn't really about the amounts. It's about feeling like someone who's winging it, when you work so hard to be good at what you do.

The jar of pickle moment

Around 12:30 the queue thins out. A man hands you a jar of pickled onions as a thank-you for helping, and you thank him as if it's a medal.

You sit down on a plastic chair behind the table, and you finally let the thought out in full sentences.

I don't actually know who owes me money.

Not roughly. Not "probably two families." You don't know.

And the odd thing is the feeling that follows. It isn't panic. It's something closer to tiredness, and underneath it, a small, clear thought: it doesn't have to work like this.

You're not bad at admin. You've just been keeping the facts in five different places, and your head has been doing the job of a filing cabinet.

A different Monday

Picture the same fête, a few weeks on. Same trestle, same warm plastic smell.

The same mum comes up and says how well things are going. You smile, and this time you aren't running calculations behind your face.

Because on Monday morning you did something small. You opened one sheet, with your coffee, before the first lesson. Lessons taught on one side. Lessons paid on the other. A short list of who is behind and by how much, already filled in, and a note about the late cancellation that you handled the way you meant to.

Ten minutes. Maybe less.

No detective work. No scrolling back through message threads at 22:40 to find out whether "sent!" meant sent.

So when someone says "I'll transfer it this week," you can answer lightly, because you know what the number is. When you write a reminder, it's accurate, friendly and short. It stops feeling like begging and starts feeling like what it is: a normal, professional part of running a small business.

And on a day when you look at the figures and realise your rate hasn't moved in two years, you can see that too, without a pit in your stomach. A calm look at your own numbers is a good place to decide whether it's time to charge a little more.

What actually changes

It isn't dramatic. You don't become a different person.

You just stop carrying it. The knot that used to appear whenever a parent was friendly and slightly vague loosens, because the facts are written down somewhere you can trust. Your Sunday evenings become yours again. The lesson becomes the lesson, and the money becomes a quiet background fact, not a worry.

That's all. One place where lessons and payments meet.

If you recognised yourself

If you've been standing behind some version of that tombola table, smiling and not knowing, we made something for exactly that.

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It comes with a 30-day money-back promise. If it doesn't help, you get a full refund, no questions asked.

No rush. Next time someone asks if you're the tutor, you might simply enjoy the squash.

An illustrative story, written with AI assistance.