Stepping_out

If you are anything like me you live in your own little bubble, completely unaware of the world outside your front door. Fashions come and go and I am still flip flopping about in my uniform black trousers and pinny. Eminent politicians die and I don’t even know till they are buried. DVD’S become standard while I am still struggling to come to terms with the good old fashioned video recorder and the world and it’s wife gets broadband and I go about proclaiming to the world, bizarrely somewhat smugly, that it isn’t available in our area!!

It is. Of course it is, as the fact that I have spent three hours this morning struggling to set it up will testify, but at last we have lift off and oh my goodness, why didn’t anyone tell me how wonderful it was?? I kind of feel the way I did when Mark finally plumbed the dishwasher in: as if it is going to change my life. Is that sad? I’d kind of got used to being cut off everytime the phone rang…

But lets face it, it won’t do. Everytime I needed to blog, print or email, I had to set the laptop up, perch it on my knee, trail wire’s from here to Calcutta and finally go through the rather erratic palava of trying to get online. Maybe four or five times a day.  All this because I had decided, somewhat madly that offering my computer a permanent place of residence would be too ugly for words…

It’s time to get real. To give my scrumptious little business the credence it deserves in my heart and indeed my home. To dedicate the time it requires to grow and to stop letting life get so dramatically in the way…

So my project for the long, languid Sunday afternoon stretching before me? To find BrocanteHome a place of its own at Chez Alison and dally in the real world for a month or six…