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The Real Deal



                One of the best things about the leather boutique was that the
             mark-up was huge. You can’t mass-produce leather – because each
             animal skin is a different size – and that means each piece is
             individual. With most clothing, shoppers can go and compare with
             similar products, but with leather that’s not so easy, and there
             were some garments for which we could almost name our price.
             Anything a little out of the ordinary that wasn’t available
             anywhere else might cost us £80, but we could sell it for anything
             between £195 and £295.
                With the second shop flying, it made sense to open a third, and
             when a unit became available in the shopping centre we opened a
             boutique specialising in cotton clothing. For the next year, I
             immersed myself in the business, and as long as we were
             expanding, I was learning, and that meant I was pretty content.
                On the home front, we moved from the flat in Highgate to a
             three-bedroom house in Mill Hill in anticipation of having kids.
             As I’ve said, I was keen to start a family, but Aisha was less so.
             With three boutiques and her lecturing commitments, she wasn’t
             ready to take the time off to have a baby. I would have to be
             patient.
                In fact we were so busy that certain tasks just never got attended
             to. Having previously lived in flats, I wasn’t quite prepared for the
             amount of maintenance an entire house needed. For several
             weekends in a row, I remember Aisha asking me to mow the lawn,
             and eventually I found time to do it. I went out to the shed, got
             the mower out and started giving the lawn a much-needed haircut.
             When I was about a quarter of the way through, I had a bit of an
             epiphany.
                ‘How much is this job worth?’ I said to myself. ‘About £5 an
             hour. How much am I worth? A lot more.’
                So I stopped, put the mower away and went back to my
             paperwork. Of course, Aisha came home a few hours later and
             saw the lawn and wondered why I was sitting on my backside. I




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