My Scary 12-Hours of Fraud

This week I had an alarming experience when five of my credit cards, along with one of Justina’s were compromised in 12 hours. It started about 10 pm with a fraud message from Santander and continued through the night as one by one my cards got attacked.

Emotional Reaction

Last week I exploded a perfectly decent working relationship with a tradesman who has done regular, high-quality work on our units at Gate Farm. I stupidly let my emotions get the better of me and reacted to his continual lateness for appointments.

Motivational Matters

I have written many times before about my morning routine. I follow the same rituals, doing the same things in the same order every day. This system grounds me personally and helps me find purpose to my day.

Deep Work

Two days ago, I took the somewhat drastic step of disabling the email functionality on my mobile and my iPad. This change means I can only read and reply to emails from my computer.

Flexible Working

My mother was one of the “Ten Pound Poms” who emigrated to Australia in the early 1960s where she enjoyed a free-wheeling time working and travelling the country on a motorbike. She married and

The Destination

Some days ago, I replied to a comment made by Sade on an earlier blog post “The Day I Gave Up”. She expressed her concern that I was too focused on the destination rather than the journey. I agreed with her

Will Power

This year is the 20th anniversary of me stopping gambling and drinking. I didn’t stop overnight. I tried and failed many times to cut these two destructive forces from my life. I knew I had a problem by the time I was twenty. It took another five years to make stopping a reality.

Eureka Moments

Yesterday I had one of those rare days when I learnt something life-changing. A day I believe I will look back on as being pivotal in our journey to build Valentte into a great company.


I remember the first time our glass order for the candles and diffusers came on a pallet. We made stock from home back then, there was a knock at the front door, and I was greeted by a hesitant delivery driver asking whether we were expecting a pallet?