You think they’re gone. Then the phone rings or the inbox is winking.
Today’s requests are in – ‘Please could you just ‘do me a link for this’ or ‘site counter’ that?’
Next thing you know he’ll be round minutes before teatime with a bag full of rancid washing wondering if he can borrow the car for the night…
‘Could you just….?’ is of course the single most expensive way a client can start a sentence along with ‘hmmm – I think you were right – that might look better over there!’ and of course ‘…it probably wouldn’t take you long to…’
I think that Papa shmurfer should bear that in mind during his quest for independence in the blogosphere. Consultancy is a very lucrative business.
Of course I am more than happy to assist the old giffer in any way I can especially after all the years of emotional investment he’s ploughed into fostering me. Sometimes I even think of him as my real Dad…
You’ll all be pleased to know that I had a simply loverly day back at grindstone central. The dust in my nose, the sawdust in my eyes. The witty banter and sparkling humour that only builders can provide. Needless to say (my clients are readers) that all is going swimmingly and the house isn’t falling down or anything vaguely bad like that at all in any way whatsoever in the slightest. Honest.
I didn’t surf today.