harleen

I'm sulking and feeling sorry for myself at the moment and so decided much viewage of boobies and consumption of chocolate cake was required. So far, it's working a little. The J.D may have to appear.

Reason for the sulking? It's Friday night, I've actually got tonight off (very rare), everyone else is out having a good time and I'm stuck at home with quite a harsh chest infection , pooarsefuckbugger.

I had a meeting yesterday with a beautiful lady who would like me to buy into a franchise of her shops. They sell lingerie, sex toys, adult reading material and the lady herself is a recognised 'relationship and sex expert' who gives out classes on various things (lapdance, anyone?).
The three shops she has are doing extremely well, projected sales are high and there is a larger plc who are interested in taking the name to a national level. The deal for the business is much better than I could do alone (these shops are very similar to the one I had planned to open myself).
I have a meeting with a financial advisor and solicitor to discuss certain issues, but I feel like this is the best way to go for me at the moment.
I may well have my own store in York by October

Short update, but my chocolate cake is done and the whiskey is calling