08/12/2025
Olfactory temporal landmark cry for help
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⌠I have to make a change as each beautiful 24 hours rolls forward into the next year and â5â turns to â6â.
If I were to get candid and stand with hands in the air (or in prayer) my spiritual cry might look like this
âOkay Universe, cards on the table: I can paint a whole fragrant world into existence, but ask me to balance a budget and I dissolve like litmus in oil. I think itâs time you sent me a business partner⌠or at least someone who finds spreadsheets sexy.â
Or maybe like this
âUniverse, darling â youâve gifted me vision, colour, and a little chaos, but absolutely zero financial instincts. So if youâre taking requests, I think Iâm ready to manifest a business partner before my receipts start unionising.â
And if they donât work then possibly
âHere I stand, brush in hand, whispering into the cosmos: I admit it â I am a brilliant artist and a catastrophic accountant. So Universe⌠be a gem and send me a business partner before I start bartering scented paintings for tax advice.â
Nobody comes knocking on your window to help if they donât know why theyâre knocking. And as my first art teacher said (a colourful gay guy with a penchant for rockabilly)
âshy Bairns get nowtâ that is Geordie for âdonât ask donât getâ
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