Thankful, is the word of Du Jour.
For those of you who don’t know, I am a typically independent man who finds it extremely difficult to accept any kind of help from friends and family regarding money or in kindness. It must have derived from my mum and dad who never asked for any help and always did things themselves, regardless how much they had to struggle. So I guess their way of life must have rubbed off on to me.
It could simply be a man’s pride thing, especially at my age, the failure of not being the bread winner and provider, or the feeling of somewhat lost, personally and career wise. Whatever it is, I need to reinvent myself, step out from the shadows, past behaviours and beliefs, break the chains of bondage and discover a new, brighter, go getting and decisive me. I think…….
I know I am financially fragile at the moment (this is due to low sales over the past few months, big bills coming in and unexpected outgoings) but luckily I have Universal Credit which only covers my utility bills.
Also I’m being thankful for that my aunty has sent me a cheque to pay for my house insurance, my friends from Poole have bought me some black and glitter lino to line my porch and downstairs cloakroom which they’re going to lay down for me this weekend and another friend is going to send me a munchie parcel full of goodies which should arrive within the next few days.
I hate having to rely on people to provide for me. But I can’t say no as that would be rude, so for the time being, I’ll just have to man up, grow up and suck it up!
My friends from Poole wants me to go back with them for a few days after their visit here but I feel guilty having to rely on them to pay for everything during my visit and not be able to pay my own way. If I were in their position I would do the same for them, but that’s not the point. I’m sure I will go back with them as they have done so much for me over the past year regarding helping me with my mum’s funeral and decorating my house, (I was up to 2am last night stripping the wallpaper in my downstairs cloakroom before they arrive tomorrow afternoon as the daughter wants to take me shopping to buy some bathroom accessories for me) plus it will be good for me to visit the seaside and recharge my batteries.
Hopefully whilst down there, I’ll get the chance to visit Louise’s stepson in Bournemouth (I pronounce it as Bornymouth) as he is a BDSM Master. I haven’t seen him since he was 10 years old, so it will be strange to see him as a grown up, plus I can pick up some tips from him if I’m going to dip my toes into that world and have my own sissy slaves.
Here is his Facebook page.
https://www.facebook.com/BournemouthCandle/
Poole and Bournemouth hold some special memories as that’s where I came up with name for Kinky Klobber as I sat in Louise’s lounge drinking a cup of tea and spinning around on her large turning chair. If it’s meant to be, then I may acquire some more inspiration and profitable business ideas.
A mini disaster happened a few days ago as my poor old vacuum cleaner packed up. I was cleaning the house in case my friend Liz was coming to stay for a few days (she didn’t as she was too busy sorting out her own house) and was finishing off in the kitchen when I could suddenly smell burning behind me. I turned around and was quickly smothered in a plume of smoke billowing out from the vacuum. I must have had that vacuum for nearly 20 years. I wouldn’t mind but how am I going to afford a new vacuum? I can just about afford to buy a pint of milk! I will have to add a vacuum cleaner to my Amazon Wish List and see if any of my lovely readers will treat me to one.
#AmazonWishList
https://www.amazon.co.uk/hz/wishlist/ls/39FYLKWV7YQBB?ref_=wl_share
Scrub the last comment as thankfully, my friends from Poole have bought me a second hand Dyson this morning and are bringing it to me this weekend.
Although do keep popping by my Amazon Wish List as I’m sure there are plenty of items on there for you to treat me.
Businesswise, my ebay sales were better last week, which paid for a little jolly into Romford shopping centre in Essex to restock on beads and findings so that I can create new jewellery designs. It felt odd to be back on a bus and out shopping as normal, but I soon got back into the flow. Old habits don’t die that easily.
For those of you who have asked, here is the link to my ebay store.
#ebay
https://www.ebay.co.uk/str/magicalmusicals
You may come across something interesting too.
I’ve applied for another job earlier this week which is only about a 15 minute walk from my house, but yet again, no reply. This is really rude. I just wish that if an employer doesn’t want me, then at least have the decency to send an email saying that I haven’t passed the initial application stage and not leave me hanging about like a muppet.
In the meantime, I’m looking into creating some MSI, Multi Streams Of Income.
I’m trying to find out how to create an ebook and sell it through Amazon Kindle. About 15 years ago, whilst working in the Front Of House department at a major West End Theatre, I wrote five monologues based around London’s Theatre Land. I have sold several copies in the past on ebay and now I want to see if I can sell them in other forms without having the printing and postal costs. If you have any information on this, please let me know.
I’ve also came across a video on YouTube describing how to use The Law Of Attraction to find new customers. I do try to use this principle in my personal and working life and it does work when you heartedly believe in it. I will let you know how I get on with that.
Well, that’s it for now.
I’m off now to have my dinner and watch Hi De Hi. Then I’ll have to start reorganising my house again for the peeps of Poole’s visit.
Have an amazing weekend.
I’ll see you on the other side.
Chris.
#thesissysite
