Neglect

I'm feeling quite bad at the moment.  This poor little blog is getting about as much attention from me as a Sky Sports channel.  To be honest, I've got post ideas coming out of my ears but I've also had other little projects that I've been focusing on right now that have taken over a little. 

To be honest, sometimes when I sit to type it can kinda feel like, oh so what, who actually cares about this thing.  A lot of marketing and pr activities can feel like a slog at some points, especially when the results don't seem clear straight away.  Of course it's everybodies dream that as soon as they set up a new business they're passionate about everyone around them will buy into it and a new client or media lead will appear with every blog post or PR article wishfully emailed to the press. 

I had my boost when I went to a party on Saturday night and a couple of the women there had been talking about this blog before I arrived, are they likely to want coaching, maybe.  Are they likely to talk to people who want coaching, possibly.  Is it definite, no.  But people are talking, and that is invaluable for a start up business so if you have just set up and are finding it difficult to keep going with the basic of marketing activities please keep going, you will see the fruits of your labour, I promise. 

So thank you ladies for showing me that this time is not a waste, that it does bring something to people's lives, even if it is to laugh at my reluctance to learn french!!! 

My own issues

O.K.  So last night hubby and I were talking about our holidays, we decided on a date and I thought we'd decided to go to Conwy in Wales.  Then he throws France into the mix (he's got a habit of doing that, just as I think a decision has been made he throws it all up in the air).  We're planning on driving to wherever we go and hiring a cottage, I was quite happy with Wales and didn't really want to start looking at France.

I've got two issues with going there on holiday;

1/ I went on a driving holiday to France must have been seven years ago now and totalled my car on their motorway.  Don't know how but lost control and used the central barrier as a substitute break.  As a result missed the ferry back and had a mammoth fall out with best friend.

2/ At school we had a french teacher called Mrs Gregory, she was an evil tyrant, was tough on people who got things wrong and I quite often ended up in the corner with the dunce hat on.... No joke, the woman still used a dunce hat!!  As a result I can not speak even the most basic of french and have a real mental block about even trying.  Because of this the aforementioned holiday was a bit of a nightmare because my friend had to do all the talking while I sat mute, which as anybody who knows me will confirm, doesn't sit comfortably. 

So, now here is the love of my life wanting to go on holiday to the same region I went to back in my days as a single woman.  And there I am practically whimpering like a baby because I can't even bring myself to mutter a word of french..... Oh dear! 

Guess what, we're going to France in June.......  Time I started to practice what I preach me thinks.  Anybody know any french teachers with the patience of a saint?

xx