It’s been a bit of a slog this last week or two - what with trying to get the website looking half decent and populated, so that we could have a “semi-launch” on Monday 7th.
HBOS - ( can sometimes be heard pronounced ” itchy baws” by staff in Edinburgh) or Halifax Bank of Scotland Group - were having a charity auction to which we donated some prizes, and we thought it was a good opportunity to get some interest for the website. It also helped kick our butts a bit and I ended up doing some very late nights, that drifted into morning and became fuzzily focused next days. We got there though, and although it’s a bit rough around the edges, and needs 3 times more products listed than the current 93, it was there and working and open for business. BUY, BUY, BUY….The auction was great too - our donated prizes realised around 4 times their retail value, but the best part was that HBOS doubled whatever the auction realised for the charity. It makes you feel good getting money for nothing out of a bank, even if you give it away before you get it.
A lady came in to the shop today with a sad looking snake she bought from us - it’s wooden, and amazingly lifelike being made from thin shims glued onto a central leather spine, so it articulates and wriggles like a real snake. I remember seeing one of these shimmying out of a pram and was just about to stomp on it in a panic when the 3 year old owner picked it up.
This lady’s snake didn’t start out sad, but having bought it for her wee boy, he insisted, as wee boys do, on taking it into the bath. Alas the warm water seemed to soften the glue just enough to start dislodging the wooden shims, and it started peeling like a…..well, like a boiled snake . His mum told him she’d take it to the vet the next day, and hey presto, happy snake boy tonight. So don’t take your snake into the bath with you boys, or bits might come off all over the place. If you see a semi fleshed wooden snake on ebay you know where it came from.
We’re facing the problem now about which stuff to get onto the website first. We have some 400 other products in the shop - our real live shop, with a door that’s been open for 7 years, 2 big windows, stock piled up ready to buy, and hopefully a customer now and again. We’re constantly tempted away to other, new and therefore more interesting stuff, but blimey that means spending money - list the stuff we’ve got you idiot……but c’mon I want to shop…..I’m tired and I need a fix…..I’ll only order a few things….
Going to watch rugby tomorrow at Murrayfield, on a windy, windy day which suits Scotland fine cos they cannae kick for toffee, and Argentina have good hoof on their full back who paradoxically plays for Edinburgh. We’ll start the entertainment with a visit to the Roseburn Bar who will be showing simultaneously the All Blacks v Ireland and England v Australia matches. If Brendan’s buying I might even have a couple of beers, but I pay him so badly that I might have to have a few sneaky snifters on the way to and from the toilets. In the morning my wee lad Calum will take me on the bus, all the way across town to collect The Car from it’s MOT down in Leith. He loves the bus and especially up the stairs. He loves the ticket, and licking the windows and poking his nose into the business of the person behind/in front/at the side/walking past, but most of all he loves, just loves, dinging the bell.
And don’t we all?
adios amigos - bing bing