Blue Arsed Flies
For the past few days I have been chasing around like a blue arsed fly. Not that I recall ever seeing a blue arsed fly chasing around. Unless this description fits a Bluebottle fly that rather stupidly made its way into the dining room window last night and made a tasty morsel for Bertie, one of our cats. The crunching sound he made (Bertie, not the fly) is best left to your imagination.
So why the blue arsed fly routine? In February I bought 1,200 kilos of a material that I was convinced I could sell on quickly at a reasonable profit, without much more energy to be expounded other than the paperwork.
My call.
Six months on and even my nerve was floundering. A great deal of cash flow was tied up in this deal. So, it was with a great deal of relief that I shipped out the said material today to a client in Norway and managed to make a reasonable profit. Goodbye to the blue arsed fly routine, at least until tomorrow! Although the deal has produced a feeling of well being it has emphasised that old maxim: "Act in haste, repent at leisure". I should, almost, have known better... Life's vicissitudes are not lost on me. But I can breathe easily again and enjoy this glass of single malt!
And now I can seriously consider Ros' idea of spending a long weekend in October, in France. One of those chateau, champagne weekends. Maybe I can even afford it!
So why the blue arsed fly routine? In February I bought 1,200 kilos of a material that I was convinced I could sell on quickly at a reasonable profit, without much more energy to be expounded other than the paperwork.
My call.
Six months on and even my nerve was floundering. A great deal of cash flow was tied up in this deal. So, it was with a great deal of relief that I shipped out the said material today to a client in Norway and managed to make a reasonable profit. Goodbye to the blue arsed fly routine, at least until tomorrow! Although the deal has produced a feeling of well being it has emphasised that old maxim: "Act in haste, repent at leisure". I should, almost, have known better... Life's vicissitudes are not lost on me. But I can breathe easily again and enjoy this glass of single malt!
And now I can seriously consider Ros' idea of spending a long weekend in October, in France. One of those chateau, champagne weekends. Maybe I can even afford it!