So much for using my blog as a nice little record of everything going on with my fascinatingly middle-class life. I should admit something - I tend to keep diaries when life is changing, or about to change. I guess I hit that restless feeling you get when your child is old enough that you aren't constantly obsessed with whether they are going to suddenly stop breathing and start to wonder what you are going to do with your own life. Although, you also still worry that they will suddenly stop breathing. Or fall down the stairs. Or choke to death on a Barbie shoe.
At this stage I have put the food co on the back burner. My main customer - a prospective restaurant chain - is all but out of business due to the global financial meltdown. Everyone in Dublin has decided to quit spending money. (Including us.) So it's not a chain anymore - it's one downsizing restaurant. I'm back working part time as a freelance marketing consultant. It's like working, but not really. I never have to do much past lunchtime. As if I could, with the 2 year old around!
My plan for catching up is to post photos I've taken this year of the happenings here in Ireland. So we'll see you next time. Take care!
