What a time it has been. I have been doing invoices, posting packets; well I have done the latter before but not in freshly pressed and dressed Jiffy bags. The latter arrived this morning just in time for me to despatch the ordered book to Mrs. S.
The horrorscoopers told me to look at the small things and not the big picture and I suppose raising an invoice is a small time thing. It has to be about 15 years since I last got paid for physically raising a dead invoice rather than a live computer generated one. First of all I had to make it up as I went along and then he who knows all came along to jig it about. He did not tell me he had set the printing area in between certain cells so I was not amused having re-jigged it when a lot of it did not print out.
I digress. I phoned Charles about his review and was told he had retired. Well, I forgot that so had to ask someone else if it was ok to copy it to send on to my marketing manager. Yes, we are doing really well here. It was OK so I am copying it here too.
My friend Edmund in Japan has sent me two more contacts in respect of distribution covering the South East of England so I had to compose an email to them and find all the reviews, and copies of pictures and the cover. Then the Email from Edmund himself was attached and it became endless so I had to delete that and stick with what I had.
I will wait again and hope to get a reply at some point and not such a curt and terse one as the first rejection. Good job I had been groomed in the art of rejection or I would have be crushed and broken. Thanks go to Edmund for that because he sent me one of those profound thought of the day that come just when you need them.
Oh, I also asked if Charles would be interested in stocking the book because he has the facilities and was the instigator of the telesales flurry yesterday. I sent a copy of the rejection with that email so that they could see that I am strong enough to survive all that malarkey.
Tonight we are camping, I mean Quizzing, so it is more liver damage and at this rate there will be no point about worrying over anything but it would be a waste of tax payer’s money to have had a load of brain tuning only to lose it all due to the bottle. Ah at least I have not lost mine yet.
ESSENTIALLY OILS NEWSLETTER June 2008
by Charles.
Do parents still read to their young children before they go to sleep, I wonder?
I recollect that the promise of a bedtime story was often the only way to get me to bed Of course, there was no television and parents were far more strict than probably they are today My young life was ruled by the clock. At 8 o’clock sharp in the morning, the gong would sound and woe betide me fl was not already seated at the breakfast table Lunch was on the dot of one, and high tea was strictly on the stroke of six’ My parents would dine later, when I was safely tucked away Naturally, particularly in the summertime, it was quite irksome to be forced to bed at such an early hour, but all the pleading in the world would have no effect However, to placate me perhaps, my parents would never fail to read me a bedtime story, and I would drift peacefully to sleep as tales of Peter Rabbit, Rupert Bear and Winnie the Pooh tumbled from their lips
All of this came to mind when I received the other day a fascinating little book, with a very flattering note thanking me for saving my life with your copious information” Delphine Hollingwood (her nom de plume) began writing Life in Burrows at Brockden & The Hatching of The Eternal Nine Butterflies eight years ago Following an operation to cure her epilepsy, she decided to finish it to prove she hadn’t lost her mental facilities as a result of the operation The book is an intellectual fantasy tale about a year in the life of some endearing creatures
I suspect that I was sent the book because it features, amongst many other colourful characters, a couple of care-free badgers, Billy and Benjy Burrowberg, whose laziness brings them an unexpected happy turn of events Nevertheless I was taken particularly with Filbert Foie Gras, a flamboyant duck from France who is a very kind and caring soul whose Stock Exchange work forces him to learn meditation and relaxation. For those of a more holistic bent, the very caring and gifted squirrel with a healing touch which puts her out of favour with the establishment might strike a chord Nurse Tuffy-Tail is always there to help and support all in need, both physically and psychologically, without question
This is a cleverly written book It contains the simplistic ways as well as the high-tech and commercial sides of life The book comprises six stories that link together forming the whole book Published by W J L [ISBN ***************], with charming illustrations of the characters by Joyce Souza, who has never even visited England from her native Goa, it is not only an insightful book for adults but also a series of enchanting tales for children In fact, the perfect bedtime story for all the family! My read of the month!
There a true write up to write home about. Thank you Charles.
