Monday 15thJuly

Who would have thought, that after all my years climbing the greasy pole, wheeling and dealing, always having plan B, C and D in my mind as I watched plan A slither down behind me, that I might  end my days working in a soap factory?

My  beloved partner has learnt how to make soap and is now selling one day a week on Greenwich market and has a place in the market in Eymet for the summer.   At first it was just a hobby, making a few bars here and there, experimenting with colours and fragrances, translucency, having inserts, and different shapes.  But now the tourist season is upon us we seem to spend longer and longer every Sunday morning making soap.

And it isn’t the making of the soap that really takes the time, it is the wrapping and packing that is the most time-consuming.   Inevitably this little ‘hobby’ has turned into a business, and though only generating about a hundred pound a day or so, we are trying to build up a stock of successful lines, while selling the less popular ones cheaply, and re-using the very old early experiments,

I do quite enjoy it, but at time it can be tedious.  Last night I wrapped over a hundred bars of soap.  I am cling-filmed out.   Our weekends are rapidly turning into the busiest days of the week.  Mind you the soap does look lovely.  We are awash with it, hahaha