Well. moving home has lived down to its billing.
The majestic new couch wouldn't go through the door at the new place so we had to put it in storage; the cleaners hadn't cleaned properly; the man who brought the bed couldn't be arsed to bring it up; the removal guy suddenly announced he wanted cash not a bank transfer.
On top of that I'm about as much use during a removal as a spare prick at a wedding.
But we did find an astounding handyman and a terrific carpet firm. (I say "we" metaphorically; it means "she").
But business goes on, which moves me to ask you a question.
Do you ever feel desperate when you contemplate what you have to do? I do.
It goes onto my Shit List - stuff I really must get to grips with.
I have got at least one and maybe two terrific new speakers for my branding event.
We found a "lost" interview I did last year with a gentlemen whose business turns over £20 million plus a year -and who says he owes a lot of his success to one of my books. There are a few people who say that, oddly enough, which makes me wonder where I went wrong.
I am also going to interview a friend who has been voted more influential than the Chancellor of the Exchequer, a lady whose mail packs for charities are producing extraordinary results and a friend who knows more about direct marketing than I do. (These interviews are for my Commonsense Marketing members, by the way - and I am a good month behind on them).
It appears a few of you want "mentoring" - God, I hate that word; why not advising? - including one chap who is worth a few million but obviously wants some new jokes, because I doubt if I can teach him a thing.
And ... and there is the copywriting event I have in mind plus another spectacular thing I've only mentioned twice during speeches in the U.S. Plus something for people who want to sell cars. Er ... and there is EADIM - but that's months away
In the words of The Book of Common Prayer, "I have done that which I ought not to have done; and I have left undone that which I ought to have done" - but it all seems to happen in the end somehow.