A day for thinking

Today was a historic one in the small but perfectly formed world of WDKY, because at around 10.30am, laughably still BST, I bought a company – my first one, ever. It cost me all of £150, and of 100 shares just one has been issued. To me. Oh, and it’s currently worth… well, nothing. Later, my accountant called me and asked me what I expected my turnover to be in year one. I thought of a number I liked, added a bit more, and told him.

This evening, I dropped my daughter off at a Halloween sleepover, and her friend's father (who I don’t know very well, but he's going to give me some saxophone lessons after the New Year) was chatting to me at the door. “What do you do, WDKY?” he asked at one point. Of course, he didn’t call me WDKY, but you get the gist. “Errr, I’m just setting up a small management consultancy. We start trading on 1st January” I replied, with just the “errr” for hesitation. Fuck me, it’s really happening.

Oh yes, in between these two events, Dick emailed me (I was working from home today) to ask me what rate I was going to charge him for consultancy in January. I used the earlier tactic (thought of a number I liked, added a bit more, and told him) but I did offer him a discount. All in all, I think it was a good day...

I wanted to just say a word or two about my earlier post. The situation with GG is one that I’m going to think about a bit before I do anything drastic, or final. I said before that we do have a connection, and there’s lots that’s really special about her. I emailed her earlier this evening, and I said something about the week that seems to have been lost with everything going on for both of us, just a sentence or two. This was her reply, in her faltering but kind of endearing English …

"Once upon a time, there was a little girl…and she had these two boxes, one made of the most shiny glass, another one made of an exquisite black velvet…In the first one she would pile all the beautiful hours, up to the seconds, and as she would put the lid on, they would glow through the glass and she would never be tired of looking at them…in the black one she would hide the other hours and the days she didn’t like, the ones who had made her cry,….and one day she decided she would open that box and see what happened, would those hours come back again?

And the most amazing thing happen, all those dark weeks, days, moments, still intertwined with dry tears and meaningless words, just free themselves from the box and flew up to the sky, with the wind, higher and higher towards the sun. And, when they reached the sun they just melted with it, in it, and became incandescent and iridescent…and when it rains, now and again, and the drops fall on your face, you might swallow one tiny drop and a taste of salt will invade your mouth…now and again…"

Maybe you see why this isn’t easy. I post my thoughts on here because it can help to bring things into focus a little bit, and I’ll get there in the end. But I’ve made enough mistakes in my life to be getting on with. I just want to be sure first.

Have a very happy Halloween, everyone.