So I’ve spent this afternoon sitting at my PC working on London Denim’s business plan and the distractions are coming in thick and fast: Boys sounds of laughter in the garden (Nana is up winding up boy nicely) . Friends texting about the weather, pools and food on their holidays and posting pics of afternoons in Paris; genrally having much more fun than I, stuck inside working my way through Excel spreadsheets and writing compelling narratives.
I sound jealous….
You bet I am…..
Will I be holiday Texting in a couple of days…..You bet I will.
What’s the use of being happy if I can’t share….