Johnny shall have a new master,
He shall earn a penny a day,
Because he can't work any faster.
A penny a day! That is what I am earning from having ads on my blog. It's only a week since the penny a day earnings began, up until then I was earning a penny only occasionally. It must have something to do with the number of readers I have.
Anyway I don't have a clue how much I am earning from them. If there is a way of finding out, I haven't found it yet.
Maybe they are doing well. Maybe there is a pile of money just waiting for me to claim it. I just remembered they are called 'adgitise'. I think they are called adgitise. Not sure. If anyone from a company by that name is reading this, please get in touch.
I looked it up, they are called Adgitize.
Please don't think I'm complaining about my lack of ad revenue. In fact I get a kick out of watching the money growing, even at it's present snails pace. Sometimes the money leaps up a bit, and that is so exciting. Once, completely unexpectedly, the earnings rose by £1.33p in one day! How exciting is that? Somebody must have clicked on an advert several times to make that happen. Hey! What you looking at me like that for?
If I remember correctly, Google send a cheque when the total reaches £50.00. So I am in a high state of anticipation, as I wait for the year 2020 to come. I shall only be 74 years old then. I might throw a wild party! No hang on! No might about it. I will throw a wild party! I shall spend most of the £50.00 on women and drink, and just squander the rest! What a night that is going to be!
Some of you have said how nice the header photo is. It is taken in the house. It took a lot of photos before I got it to look this nice. I put the camera on the setting used for fireworks, and had to hold the camera steady by using a chair back as I don't have a tripod. I was really pleased with the result.
Tricia and my extremely handsome son George are responsible for decorating the tree, and the house, for Christmas. My job is to bring the tree in and cut it to fit under the low ceiling. They always get a tree that is too tall for the little house.
I don't help with decorating it at all. All I do, apparently, is make unhelpful suggestions and generally get in the way! Oh is that right? Then perhaps they would explain to me who it is, that has to risk life and limb, finding out which fuse the Christmas tree lights have blown this year. Who is it that has to test each bulb individually, trying to find the short circuit? Yes that's right it is me!
Electrician, plumber, wood cutter, firewood provider, pet minder. Just some of the things I do around here. I'm not complaining though, it is a pleasure. I wouldn't want it any other way.
Amazing to think that I do it all on a penny a day!