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It's 4.40am British GMT time. I may not be making the wisest move in my life. It may just be cathartic to be honest but financial suicide to be honest. Apparently it is a rule of thumb that very few make a profit in the first year of buisness. Last night I had supper with two of my neighbours of twenty years and two of my new neigbours, Anne and Jean and Anna and Jean. It was amusing when Anna answered the door to Anne who said Gaye did you forget we were coming to supper tonight. And I said no Anna and Jean are here. I mention this as we worked out I need to make about 48 thousand a year and I make before deductions about £20 and twenty pence. Today was a perfect day. I was visited by Dennis who told me that in the 60's she used to go to a place in Charring Cross Road called the 'Happening' a book shop where you could drop in and a poet might be reading or something imprompt going on and so she liked what I am trying to build / do. A chap came up from the barbers underneath me (could I have worded this better?) and said that the hairdresser (who by the way and all the other staff have been very kind to me) rather cheekly said that once you have got past the nudity (meaning my 'A' board sign and then me saying Hi I'm Gaye) the gallery is actualy very nice :-)) I