It's a boring old topic and one I have overdone to the point of embarrassment over the years, but God it pisses me off when the Spring months don't have Spring weather. In my head, during times of SADness, I imagine March being a transitional month when the countryside goes from bare Winter cold to colourful blooms, and then April being when the world erupts into its full array of beauty and splendour. But in reality, none of that happens now until May, and then it all happens in about 5 days, and then we skip to Summer.
I had a meeting with Gavin today and I was subtly suggesting that he look to buy some holiday centres abroad. He is still gently pushing me to consider moving down to the South-West to help him establish his new set-up down there, and I laid the idea at his feet that, if I was going to uproot my family and relocate, it might be better to do it for a bigger opportunity. I then threw in a little bit of research I was doing about post-Brexit booms for certain areas of Spain and Portugal, where British people traditionally flock in their tens of thousands and there is plenty of profit to be had for the right facilities. I made most of it up, and I know it's a long shot, but if there is even the remotest chance that I can persuade him to take out a massive loan to invest in a foreign venture, and then ask me to move over there to run it for him, then I am damn well going to push for that as hard as I possibly can.
RC 25-4-23
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