Crikey - it's all gone bonkers!
So mad, in fact, that I've had a hissy fit and closed out both my B&B rooms for a week. I am completely exhausted! Today I celebrated the sale of my first 'new or barely worn' silk designer scarf, through the website I created during Lockdown: scarvesandsunglasses.co.uk. It's the most absolutely beautiful ethereal thing, called 'Jewel Bugs' by Christian Dior - delivered to lovely Louise of Weymouth, acid-free-tissue-wrapped, in a black gift-box, post and packaged signed-for, in an enormous luxurious black envelope, with my italic silver writing on the front. Meanwhile I've sold all our Ford Fiestas - even our own, by mistake - and I've delivered them personally to Brighton, West London and Sherborne myself. It's cost me an absolute fortune in trainfares and taxis, as well as time, which I no longer have, post-Lockdown. My goodness I've learned a lot. Each sale has been enough to turn my hair white, or make even more of it fall out; but now I have a much better sense of what I'm doing. And no time to do it in. My waiting list of 15 will just have to wait until late Autumn. Which brings me to my Riding Holidays. Wowee!!! How much did I love having Donna and Steve to stay?! Donna and I rode 20 miles the first day, and 15 miles in the fog on the second. Both days we met up for lunch with Donna's wonderful husband, Steve, who reignites my faith in the ability of some men to be funny, dry, successful, kind, and emotionally intelligent. Yesterday another caring husband called, wanting to buy a Riding Holiday for his horsey wife's birthday today; so I wrote him a voucher, and now I'm getting some properly designed by my mate Steph's extremely talented son, John. And finally.... I have had three Teslas' visiting in the last week. Perhaps Wydemeet is the definition of a Tesla, being high-end and vaguely environmental. So I thought I'd investigate in getting a charging 'pod' which is proving an interesting journey. You can currently claim 75% of the fitting cost against the government, I believe, but it will probably still cost me over £300. My main motivation behind this, is to ensure that my guests can visit some far-away remote beauty spot in their smart (eerily silent) car during their stay at Wydemeet, rather than being forced to spend the day at some ghastly vulgar loud commercial resort, just so that they can plug it in. And finally, after all these years, I have reluctantly decided to say a quiet, but firm, 'non' to dogs. We all prefer our own children and pets to those of other people, and I have only ever been 'dog tolerant' rather than 'dog friendly'. But throughout this season I have continued to observe that people's dogs almost always cause them more stress than the happiness they bring by coming on holiday with their bessotted owners. Its because my guests are usually so nice that they die a million deaths worrying that their precious canines are disturbing other people by whining, or that they are keeping people awake with their insistence on taking their dog out last thing at night and first thing in the morning. So, such is the current demand for accommodation in the South West, that I have decided: enough is enough.
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