Child Labour

Did you ever have a prospect say they didn’t have the time to do this business. Well I don’t either – not at weekends.

Weekends to me are family time. But then again if the opportunity presnts itself…

Today was a fairly typical Saturday: Tamsin took Theo to the next round of his unstoppable journey to the county cross country championship – which meant I had Hugo to get to his athletics training at the sports centre. Fortunately this is in the same complex as the arts centre where Owen and Lottie were already busy with their drama classes.

The only difficulty was that they all finished at different times. For instance Lottie and I would have to hang around for half an hour before Hugo finished – and then there would be another half an hour before Owen came out of his class.

The plan was that in these “wasted” intervals, I should walk the dog. She was spayed last week and so walks round with a ridiculous cone on her head and isn’t supposed to be off the lead.

So Lottie and I took her for a saunter round the houses. We walked, we chatted, the sun shone and we came to a man walking towards us.

Instinctively I reached into my pocket and gave him a piggy card. Then I looked at the houses and their letter boxes – and asked Lottie if she wanted to post cards. When you’re nine years old this can be quite exciting – and by the time Hugo was ready to finish his athletics, we had dispensed about 20.

Hugo, of course, wanted to put cards through letter boxes too. So I suggested we do it properly: I would get some flyers out of the boot of the car and I would pay this child labour properly (it’s tax deductable).

Lottie, who had been quite happy to do it for nothing, was delighted with the idea of 5p a letterbox. But Hugo instantly started to negotiate. In no time at all he had me up to 10p a flyer. This struck me as fairly steep but I would far rather they earn their pocket money and anyway, I thought it was a good lesson for him to drive a hard bargain and get what he wanted (I know I will regret this when it comes to bedtime)

Anyway, off we went down the road: The dog got her walk, the children earned some money (to buy Christmas presents of course) and I had the satisfaction of seeing 40 flyers being distributed. Add that to the cards Lottie had done for nothing and you have 60 pieces of information that went out into the world today – and all without “going to work”.

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This is the diary of a successful Multi-Level Marketer making money from home and fitting a part-time business into a busy life.
Over the years it has developed but the objective remains the same: To demonstrate how anyone can build a successful network marketing business in "the nooks and crannies of the day".
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1. I m not a salesperson.
2. I don't have the time.
These are genuine concerns and all too often they get brushed aside: "Don't worry about that. We'll show you how..."
This blog is designed to show how it works in reality and in real time - how anyone, no matter how busy, can work their business consistently in small fragments of time. Because that's all you need; just a few seconds to find out if someone's interested.
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Is it sales?
Let's say you call on a friend unexpectedly and find them up to their ankles in water and battling with a burst pipe.
Imagine it: There they are, soaked to the skin, trying to wrap a towel round the leak while they shout: "I rang the plumber but all I get is the answerphone..."
Honestly now, would you ignore their plight or would you volunteer the number of your own plumber.
Would you do what you could to help them or would you consider that going into "sales" on behalf of the plumber would be beneath you?
And what would your friend say when they realised you had deliberately chosen to leave them struggling to stem the flow and all because you felt embarrassed about "selling" something.
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About Me

John Passmore
Woodbridge, Suffolk,
United Kingdom

For 25 years I was a newspaper reporter - ending up as Chief Correspondent for the London Evening Standard. Then I gave it all up and, with my wife, set out to live the simple life on a small boat while writing a column for the Daily Telegraph. Five years and two children later we moved ashore - and five years and another two children after that I ran out of money. Nobody wanted to give me a job and I couldn't afford to start a conventional business. Then at a craft fair in our local community hall, somebody showed me network marketing. It was described as a home-based business that would provide a second income for anyone who wanted to work from home. I was sceptical. There were claims of high earnings and something called a "residual income". But what if it did work? And besides what alternative did I have? So I threw myself into it wholeheartedly (which is the only way to succeed at anything). I'm not saying it's easy or that there were never moments of doubt but if you're prepared to learn and determined never to give up, then there is a statistical certainty that you will make money. I started in April 2005. I was broke and embarrassed. Today I have no money worries whatsoever.

(In particular we have no worries since converting our garage into what we now grandly call "The Studio" - a luxurious apartment which we offer as bed and breakfast or a holiday let. See www.debenhouse.co.uk)