WARNING! THIS IS WHAT YOU MIGHT LOOK LIKE IF YOU HOLD ONTO LOTS OF BALLOONS
Been a bloomin fantabulous week this. The conference, the completion of the website (will give you the link soon), the people, the coaching course, the friendship… just grand. So much to smile about.
I’m really excited that it’s Monday again. That means I have a WHOLE ‘NOTHER 7 DAYS to play the game of life! What can I do this week I wonder?
Oh, I know, I can see bjork (still no reply to my message to her the other day asking if she’d like me to take her to the Peaks [that's the Peak District by the way, a national park].
I can tie up my CILASS ends (sob).
I can continue to look forward to seeing my baby – only 17 days until she arrives, marking the end of 6.5 months apart. I might not have much time to mumble after that…
I’m going to register our new publishing company name and logo as a trade mark – £200 for 10 years, bargain! (Watch this space for that website launch too). I think I’ll become a shareholder this week as well, provided the solicitors get their act together. Quite how they can charge £700 to register a company I don’t know… Still, all of these expenses are covered by the generous start-up funds we’ve received.
The last of the wedding ‘issues’ are sorted. I had this feeling all along that we would get our band of first choice. They’d had to say ‘no’ when I phoned them a couple of months back. I’ve been reluctant to book anyone else, and was curious as to why this was. Finally, yesterday I had the feeling that it was time to give our band of choice another call. I did. they told me that their plans had changed – they said ‘yes’.
I delight in this intuition we all have, it’s bloomin’ amazing! Ok, so we may not be able to detect when earthquakes are going to strike as dogs can, but we can tell when our ceilidh band of choice will finally say yes (bet dogs can’t do that).
So caw blimey gov everything is fantastic. Thank you dear world for treating me so good.