Winning
So up early, and on with work. Wrote a swingeing to-do list and began working through it. Also made time for a walk for an hour and a half at lunchtime, heading out of Brighton.
A call from Matty boy: we had won the pitch, and that the feedback was our creative was head and shoulders above the other agencies who had pitched. Hopefully this will generate some sorely needed income for the Kenny coffers, and it was a confidence boost to boot, and I look forward to working with the team and that client again. Yas sent me an email with GGGGGOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!! as the subject line. Success and failure are impostors who should be treated both the same of course, but I bloody like winning once in a while.
Working hard this afternoon, having decided to bite the bullet and publish the marketing book through Amazon kindle. Having been timidly rejected seven or eight times for being too niche, needs to be out there, if only for my own sanity. Lorraine back this afternoon to work from home, and before we got back down to it a quick survey of the garden. Betty home this afternoon after staying in Hove and having to get up to very Wembley while chaperoning a child. She was later violently sick as a dog poor thing.
Facetimed Mum this evening who was tired from having visited Diane in Saffron Walden, where she is living before buying a new place, with Mason, Robert and Tanya.
Lorraine bought a new tap adaptor for the hose and I happily watered the garden this evening, thinking of Joni Mitchell's line about 'the hissing of summer lawns'. Lyrically she is far and above anyone else I can think of. Then to the tiny front garden where Lorraine was planting petunias.
A happy Monday.
A call from Matty boy: we had won the pitch, and that the feedback was our creative was head and shoulders above the other agencies who had pitched. Hopefully this will generate some sorely needed income for the Kenny coffers, and it was a confidence boost to boot, and I look forward to working with the team and that client again. Yas sent me an email with GGGGGOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAALLLLLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!! as the subject line. Success and failure are impostors who should be treated both the same of course, but I bloody like winning once in a while.
Working hard this afternoon, having decided to bite the bullet and publish the marketing book through Amazon kindle. Having been timidly rejected seven or eight times for being too niche, needs to be out there, if only for my own sanity. Lorraine back this afternoon to work from home, and before we got back down to it a quick survey of the garden. Betty home this afternoon after staying in Hove and having to get up to very Wembley while chaperoning a child. She was later violently sick as a dog poor thing.
Facetimed Mum this evening who was tired from having visited Diane in Saffron Walden, where she is living before buying a new place, with Mason, Robert and Tanya.
Lorraine bought a new tap adaptor for the hose and I happily watered the garden this evening, thinking of Joni Mitchell's line about 'the hissing of summer lawns'. Lyrically she is far and above anyone else I can think of. Then to the tiny front garden where Lorraine was planting petunias.
A happy Monday.
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