Weather

I never moan when it rains, I find it refreshing.
I never moan when it is windy, I find it bracing.
I love the snow and never moan when we got some.

This fucking humid heat though, fuck it fuck it fuck it.

Lobster Woman

I thought I was being all clever taking a smart pagoda type parasol to the kids' sports day. Nice and sunny, breezy, me with my floral dress and new bobbed hair. I didn't think I needed sun cream. Now I have farmer's tan arms a nose that would put even the most hardened drinker to shame and bright red cleavage. Classy.

Calm and serene

With the help of Bombay Sapphire and ready meals I find myself on an even keel. I am adapting slowly to my new working life and I must say the extra cash is fabulous.
I had created a proper neat little bubble for myself which I am sure wasn't healthy and have come up against all sorts of challenges not least of which is dealing with thicko handymen with racist leanings If I hear one more comment like 'Well he's Polish 'in 'e sez it all', or the classic' I have nothing against blacks BUT....' GRRRRRRR I might have to have a word..... thicky twatting nobbers.
Apart from that it is all coming together ok, and I made some big Etsy sales so the Tesco bill doesn't seem so daunting. Hurrah!

The subject is prone to fits of crying.

I have been on a emotional roller coaster ride this last week. Getting used to having a job type job has been tough. I am my own worst enemy, putting pressure on myself and trying to run before I can walk (and other cliches). I spent most of the weekend crying and making tiny things into massive issues. My long suffering husband reassured me that is was all perfectly natural, after 9 years not having a proper 'normal' job jumping in at the deep end was always going to be hard. The money is great and it supplements my arty designer maker work well. When all the big renovation / making good is done it will be a nice little part timer looking after the students and doing the monthly safety checks.
I did get a tiny little thrill today pootling about in my C3, being my own boss, doing jobs. I just have to remember that when I finish for the day that is it, I finish. I don't have to think about it 24 7. Must try to switch off, I guess that is what Coronation Street is for.

Manic Monday

Today I witnessed grumpy old boss go at it in the street with work shy builder. I felt kind of like Kevin McCloud witnessing a renovation melt down. Highly amusing.
I started planning all the natty suit type outfits I shall wear when checking building work is being done. Marvellous.

Headache... Tense Exciting Headache

I have a thumping headache, all this new information vying for space in my limited jelly like brain. I have loads to take onboard and am at the tense stage when I fear I can't do this job or that I will somehow get found out. I have sorted a ton of stuff out today and relaxed by making a super handmade cushion and listed it on Etsy.
I can't back out of this property job as the boss got me all new stationery printed on Saturday as a starting gift, plus a new phone which I have no chance of ever being able to use effectively.

Shock To The System

So.....luxury handmade goods, like wot I make, aren't selling due to bombs costing more or houses falling apart or something. The ends that used to meet aren't meeting as well as they used to. Also since I have champagne tastes and lemonade pockets I thought I'd better get a little job to add some extra funds to the pot. To that end I am now an artist and part time Property Manager. I landed it quite by chance and didn't really have enough time to talk myself out of it which is what I would normally do in this situation. I have had a proper busy week and am absolutely knackered.
The fella who I am working for is a multi multi multi millionaire who has race horses and lives 'abroad'. He is also quite old so after a goodly time if I get in his good books I might have the opportunity to shout 'BOO' loudly and inherit all his houses. Fingers crossed.
There will be many many great anecdotes, today already he had me in stitches with his wheeling and dealing.
THEN as a Brucey Bonus I got home and had sold two handmade handbags with vintage embellishments and Czech glass hand strung beaded handles. (Shameless self promotion)
Get the sparkly on ice, things are looking up.