shorter working week
The weeks seem to be shortening as the year goes on and daylight fades into memory. I mean the days are surely not as long, they can’t be. I get up, work all day and find there’s more to do when I go to bed. How’s that then?
My poor wife’s laid up in bed with troubled lungs - full of beasties and globules and crackles and wheezes, she’s not a happy girly. Her lungs hurt, her cough racks, her head pounds, and to top it all off, here ears are insulted by a barrage of husbandly nagging to sit and do nothing - nothing at all whatsoever, just sit there, lie there, don’t move, do nowt, don’t shift, relax…..pleeease!
Slowly we’re getting our products up on the site, and quietly the sales are trickling in - we’re delighted to be getting them out of the door as quick as we get ‘em in - go postie go, deliver it yesterday, before they even order it, that’ll impress them. We think we have our new system sorted pretty well now, before the flood. We have been selling online for years now, so we know the pitfalls and what’s important to get right. The new back-end for this website should give us lots more flexibilty and we want to get it right at the start if possible. Fraser is our resident genius, except he’s not resident - he beavers from a domestic hidey-hole, trying to blank out the enticement of daytime telly and the lure of the sofa. I can’t do it myself - the soft plump cushions draw me ever nearer ’til I flump into their waiting embrace. That’s where I’m off to now, to snore for a bit, cos the wife keeps me awake in bed with her expectorations. Mmmm.