Day 11, Monday started very bright and sunny; a pleasure to
walk to the tube. However, I feel that my batteries are getting low, and my
resistance is getting lower, while the voltage is increasing and my capacitance
is decreasing. I started without having any backup except my wife at weekends,
wondering how I would cope with such an extended Show. I had arranged for other
help if I needed it, but so far it hasn’t been necessary. This morning I find
myself wondering if I will last out the course. After the hurly burly of the
weekend when thousands of people attended, today seems very quiet, and the lack
of response makes me feel dispirited. However, each time someone complements me
on the product it lifts my spirits again.
It is weird to have so many people pass by you in a day. You
start to realize the uniqueness of every individual; the very word individual –
something that can’t be divided – underlines the point. Hundreds of thousands
of people have passed by, but each person has been unique and special. Sullee,
one of the Romford lads, keeps nipping out to have a cigarette and I end up
taking the cash for him. The things sell themselves, even though they’re not all
that useful unless you’re always drinking from a can. Maybe I should give up my
invention and sell something cheap and novel too. Like a chocolate teapot…
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