Thanks for popping in. Hope you are safe and well. All good here.
It has been a very long day indeed. Today, at the crack of sparrows, and for the second day in a row, I went to Clarity Towers. It’s time.
Time to pick up where we left off a year ago. Time to fire up the engines and buckle up. This is going to be a busy bustle!
You may recall a year ago, just before we went into LOCKDOWN, we were moving business premises. We had moved half of the business that is, but then we had to stop, abandon ship. And for a year we‘ve been caught between two locations. Neither have been properly organised – we just haven’t been able to. Social distancing and not enough staff.
We also have never had any proper time to go back to location one, the original buildings, and mop up the mess that is always left when you move. You know what I mean. You pack the crockery and dismantle the bed, you move it to the new home, unpack the crockery and make the new bed with nice fresh linen. But then you are supposed to go back, wipe down the empty cupboards and hoover where the bed was stood for years. That bit never happened. We literally all ran for the hills when COVID hit. It’s as though we hit the pause button, and never restarted the film.
So today, almost a year later, was the day we pressed resume, and ventured back to finish the job.
We have been in a day to day survival loop for over a year, doing what we needed to do to keep the business going during this pandemic. But there hasn‘t been the time or the inclination or the man power to spring clean the old place, renovate the new place and do some serious warehouse sorting. It needed one person to start the ball rolling, to fling open the curtains and just get going. JFDI as Dave says. And that person was me. It had to be. Somebody had to make a move, take the initiative, set a plan in motion. Once I started, then others rolled their sleeves up and got involved.
My brother, Dave and I work so well together. We have for years. We know how it goes, we think alike and we are all of us old school grafters. We got a lot done, cleared a lot of stuff, filled a skip, ordered a replacement skip, and things already feel better.
Good to be back indeed. But now it’s 8pm and I’m feeling my age. Ache like I’ve been hit by a train. Haven’t been doing much physical work for the last year in the SHAC. It was certainly time, for body and business.
Onwards and upwards with vigour.
One day at a time, eh.
Love & Hugs,