Mon fils, l'entrepreneur
“Mum, Dad, can I go skiing with the school next year?”
Mum and Dad exchange glances. The financial situation is not brilliant.
“Of course son, so long as you pay for it.”
“What, like last year when I saved up my money and did extra jobs around the house so contributed nearly a third towards the costs?”
Awkward pause…
“Er, no son, you’ll need to contribute considerably more this year. Extra jobs around the house are still taking money from our pockets. I’m afraid you’ll need to find a way to bring in an external income…”
“Ah…”
And so began discussions, brainstorming, head scratching, scribbling down ideas, dismissing them, revising them, and the creation of a waste basket overflowing with screwed up sheets of paper (ready for recycling, of course) until our friend Mark asked if Rogan would bake a cake for his wife’s birthday.
Mark knew Rogan was looking to earn some money and also knew he has his mother’s touch when it comes to baking. Thus a new business was born.
Leaflets still need to be created, but word of mouth is already spreading and he has a couple of orders lined up for next month already.
The past few days have been spent helping Rogan set up a spreadsheet for accounts, a client database, a cake database (or cakabase as Rogan like’s to call it) and, of course, a basic website.*
Using Blogger and removing the dates and comments options, we’ve managed to create a free website which isn’t plastered in all the ads most free websites insist on. So when you’ve got a moment, do pop over to These are not just cakes…
I’m afraid postage and delivery options are zilch for this business. If you want to order one of Rogan’s cakes you need to be able to pick it up yourself. However, if you know anyone in, or passing through, SW Scotland, do point then in Rogan’s direction.
*Some fathers teach their kids how to build train sets, go fishing or light a campfire…
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