"How many weeks in your year?" he asked me.
(Huh? What's he talking about?) "Well… 52 of course."
"So your biz is open over Christmas and New Year?"
"Um. No. We close"
"So your year is not 52 weeks is it?"
Welcome to my first session on how to run my business.
We are sitting at a cramped table in the noisy Sailors Café, just outside Ebisu station in Tokyo. It is 2006. Grace was two, Angelica five. My method of running my biz up to this point had been rushing to the ATM to see if I had any spare cash. It wasn't working real well…