c'est la vie

  She carried the swimming costumes towards the changing rooms with a determination she did not feel.   Clasping them against her body in case anyone saw her and assumed she was going to go out in public with one of those on.   “Three items” she muttered to the change room assistant, and clasping her large plastic “3” she scuttled into the last cubicle, before she changed her mind. It was the taking off of all your clothes that was the most irritating   to her.   The three costumes were now lined up on hangers against the wall, in order of preference.   Not necessarily sorted by colour, but rather by “first impressions”.   Number three had beautiful bright pink daisies on it – a one piece costume, like the others (she was not trying to scare the children on the beach), it screamed summer, sunshine and seaside.   None of the attention she wanted, but she had been unable to resist bringing it in. She slid into contestant number 1. Perhaps slid is ...

 So when is being enough, actually being enough.  Times are tough out there.  Not every company that got hammered in Covid, survived.  Many companies did and it is business as usual. Many companies are dragging themselves along, half winged, in a desperate attempt to survive.  If you are in the latter, it is like the Man in the Arena.  If you have not read that little piece, I will add it at the bottom of the post. You see, when you are outside someone's situation, it is very easy to tell them what they should have, must have, could have done.  It is very easy to say they brought it upon themselves, got what was coming, never budgeted.  My dear people, every one of us cuts our cloth according to our income.  And if I ask you, yes you reading this, if tomorrow your income stops, through no fault of your own, or is quartered, would you be able to cover your expenses month in and month out.  If you say yes, then you are either a) with a mas...