The past few months have been a bit of a struggle, starting a new business in this financial climate is a fucker! At least I am lucky enough that I've got amazing support and that my bills don't have to be paid by my new venture.

I took a wander into town today, a rarity as I'm not keen on being outside but I needed to pick some documents up and thought I might as well try and settle in with this town I've lived in for over a year now.

St Neots is a nice little town, nothing overly special. The locals feel that it's a shit hole but hey I used to live near the Medway towns in Kent...
Apart from my tattoo artists, a couple of coffee shops and pubs I really don't know the place that well. It's got a cool but rather wasted town square with a human sundial in the middle of it, a river and quite a few parks. Now I'm a card carrying member of the library and the gym I'm starting to make more use of the place...more than I've ever done in any town I've lived, well apart from home.

Home, a little village in the Kent countryside. Loads of farmland, a primary school, village shop and pub. There's also a cricket ground, small squash club containing a hairdresser and gym. It was the best growing up, such an innocent place and as my grandparents owned farm land we were out in it all weathers. I especially enjoyed fruit picking but it wasn't all 'Darling Buds of May'. It was bloody hard work, we were never pushed or worked hard because we were children and as my parents had both worked from age dot they obviously didn't want us to have the same hardship. But still we saw from a very young age a very real world, that you had to work for your upkeep. I would run my guts out when we were moving sheep on the roads, jump fences, stop traffic etc etc all for a pound at the end of the day, my grandmothers home made meat pie and if you were really lucky a sip of granddad's shandy.

Don't get me wrong this isn't a 'in my day lad' speech, after all I am only 23. But really, haven't things changed! Just as I'd got into the town centre a bumped into one of my surrogate little brothers who works at the local bar I go to at the weekends. He was pissed as a fart and on the move to a mates house to smoke some weed. 18 years old and talking of quitting his job to become a dealer, ok so some of it could have been drunken bravado and admittedly I can't talk having smoked the stuff myself at that age but what a waste!

My mum was a teen mum, pregnant at 16 with my brother. But she's always worked. I'm not having a go a young mum's in any case or sense I know of at least 3 young women who are brilliant mummy's and have so much respect from me for being able to do that.

However, whilst grabbing some lunch I saw 3 women in the same place with a maybe 10month old baby.
And tbh they were eating like pigs, was obviously a mum and her 2 daughters. The oldest at most was 18...I find it really quite disgusting when parents swear at their children which one was doing at the baby, she'd just had his name tattooed on her arm with winnie the pooh or something as it was weeping down her arm. What made me even more disgusted was the fact she then burped (really fucking loudly) in the baby's face. And you know what the eldest woman did? Obviously the mother of the two girls? Absolutely fuck all. If I ever dreamt of doing that my parents would go ballistic, no fuck it...I wouldn't do it end of because I know better than that!

I once had a girl approach me, she was my ex's new girlfriend at the time. Said ex is still a good mate of mine but we don't get in each other's business we merely keep in contact as we do care for one another. Anyway, this girl was another one of these idiots...starting something with me because she thought I wanted 'her man' funny because as I pointed out to her, had him years before you knew him 'love'. She carried on until I made her apologise for being a stupid bint and you know what her claim of goodliness was? 'Oh I'm a mum so I am a good person'. Well I think that's what she said as it was written in yoof speak...bah!

Anyway, back to the town centre and where Woolworths once was, there is now an Iceland just opened...but you'd think the Queen, Jordan and David Beckham were there....queuing and throws of people on the street outside...I'm not being a snob but fuck me it's only Icelands!
Sure it's created jobs in the town but it's a little bit sad to see.

I forgot how much I loved the library, I went in with no bag and have to walk about 2 miles home so didn't want to get tons and tons of books, maybe a little fiction to read when I'm on holiday. Surprise, surprise, I walked out with 4 reference books. I just struggle with fiction I think, I love the hitchhikers series and Tolkien's work but I'm kind of stuck there. I've read a few of Dand Brown's books but my reading tends to be complied from true crime, art books, reference books on crafts/fashion or books about tattoos.
Hmmm tattoos, must get a new one booked but as I'm on my hols next week for nearly 3 weeks I'd rather not worry about the healing until I get back.

And time to make an all organic shopping bag for myself I think.

Oh yes, that too....I finally got delivery of fabric! YAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay!!!!!!1111one

Depsite parcelforce and interlink trying their very best, I took a delivery of 150cm x 30m organic needled wadding and 15m of organic doll tricot! I've also got my stuffing, and coloured fair trade organic cottons in various patterns/colours, natural cotton thread and other bits and bobs.

One sewing machine is poorly but my good ol' workhorse is good for it....but can I be arsed to start making now? Hell no it's holiday time and I have bigger things to worry about right now. But it's all here, stock is being added for my online habby which should be up and running pretty soon. I may even start an etsy...

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