Your absent friend

I'm not managing to blog much these days. I don't think I used to spend that much time actually writing, but I had a lot more time just thinking about it. Basically I had more ideas about what to write, because my head wasn't full of shipping logistics, and courier quotes and ird and all that stuff.

Last night was spent getting an order ready for a new stockist, and also rearranging all our furniture to accommodate 51 boxes that will be arriving today. Our kitchen is now very cosy with the couch from my workshop. Every kitchen needs a couch, it is helpful is you feel faint whilst cooking chillies, or need a moment to mull over a recipe, or indeed just decide to dispense with cooking and get stuck into the gin.

I'm not sure what 51 boxes will actually be like. It may lead to a hilariously Alanis Morrisette ironic situation where I have 10000 shirts, but all I need is a knife.