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What’s It Worth?

 Poor little Nellibobs. Off she went today, with Andy, having spent the first hour of the day snuffling around the garden after squirrels, playing frisbee, and getting herself covered in sticky weed. (Have you ever tried to remove sticky weed from the fur of a cockerpoo? Takes the patience of a saint, especially if the cockerpoo has no patience herself.)

And the next thing she knows…



She’s being prepped for surgery and then she’s had surgery and now feels like a pile of poo.

Yup, she’s been spayed. She FaceTimed me at lunchtime to tell me how pants she was feeling, but that she had been very good having her anaesthetic and she’d woken up quickly afterwards, but she was very dribbly because she felt totally nauseous with it all. Poor little sausage. How do you explain that it’s all worth it for the benefits she’ll receive? Lots of healing cuddles and toast for her this evening. 

I made the most of being puppy-free today by firstly rearranging my office. My monstera plant is getting out of hand and had more desk space than me, so I moved it from my filing cabinet to the other corner of the room, and replaced it with the aspidistra which at least has the decency to grow upwards. 


Look at it, sprawling all over the place! I bought it just over a year ago in Aldi for £3.99. It had five leaves and was about a foot tall. It clearly has triffid ambitions. The aspidistra will, at least, confine itself to the filing cabinet. For now.


This afternoon I went into town and dropped off some business cards at ‘The Midnight Realm.’ Had a nice chat with Viv, and we both felt excited about the future. We talked about Midsummer’s Day, which is on Wednesday, and how we planned to mark the Solstice. Viv mentioned the event that is happening at my old place of work - an evening celebration with singing, storytelling, a bit of food and a pay-your-own-way bar. It’s £20 a ticket and we both agreed that if two or three of you were going, that’s a hefty outlay these days when you can have your own celebration at home for probably less than half the cost. Last year, the same event was charged at £35 a ticket. I don’t think they got many takers which is probably why they reduced the ticket price this year. 

It made me think, as I drove home, about what I’m going to charge for Tarot readings. I’ve done research and the popular rate for an hour seems to be £40. I’ve seen people charging in excess of £60, even more, but those charges make me feel uncomfortable. I’ve settled at £35. A percentage of that will go to a charity, because I want to pay something forward. 

And then I thought about what people pay for a night out. I don’t know what a drink in a pub costs because I rarely go to pubs and I don’t drink alcohol. So I googled the cost of a glass of wine and it was between £4 and £6 depending on measure. And cigarettes are over £12 for a packet of 20. Well, I reasoned, if people will pay those prices for consumables, then I shouldn’t worry about charging £35 for a Tarot coaching session that will be of far greater benefit.

I suppose it’s all about knowing your worth, isn’t it? 

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