My secret self by the other me...

One of my most annoying traits is that I can change my mind at the drop of a hat on an issue that I could have been one hundred per cent sold on five minutes beforehand. Some see this as inconsistent and unpredictable; I prefer the terms "flexible" and "accommodating".

If you speak to any of my inner circle they will happily list lots of other equally annoying traits, but the "switching horses mid-race" habit does secretly hack me off too. I can be happily plowing my way through a business project, and then WHAM! I have a new idea that is so over-poweringly brilliant that everything else fades away into an insignificant backdrop.

It gets particularly annoying when said new idea involves not only a new range of products, but also a new website and a new blog. I sometimes forget that I don't yet have a support team of ten fabulous and self-starting assistants that can help with the ensuing tasks; I live some way off in the future you see, which is also vexing for my accountant and bank manager. Some people have no vision.

Recently I decided to spice things up a bit with my event stationery business; years of working with ivory ribbon and dreamy themes leaves you wanting to break out the black satin and raunch it up a notch or two. I was so excited at the prospect that I neglected to sit and determine where the three extra days per week I would need were going to come from...

So far the website is established; it looks rather saucy and full of promise, but sadly it is only that- just saucy, no meat underneath (I hope that doesn't conjure up any inappropriate images- it isn't that kind of site)

I've always loved the term "work in progress" because it implies continued growth and improvement; unfortunately in this case it means what it means, "under construction".....

On a very light, airy and positive note, Lincolnshire life improves by the day. I'm starting to realise that the improvements I'm noticing are not recent, they were always there, but now my eyes are rested and I hope I've lost part of the Southern attitude that must have annoyed the heck out of everyone, so I can see more clearly.

Most recently on the drive back from taking my boy to school I noticed a wheelbarrow outside someones' house full of cooking apples (clearly from their orchard...). There was a sign by it that read "Free apples- help yourself".

A missed opportunity to make a few quid? Very possibly.

But this is Lincolnshire. Thank heavens.