There is light at the end of the tunnel. Well, it's an oil lamp in the kitchen actually. I love this old lamp, it looks rather regal as if it is wearing a crown. Bit old and shabby, but what the hell got the right hat on!
The light at end of tunnel – can finally see where I'm going, well at least with the blog/site. Thanks SO much for your ideas and comments, keep them coming in please, I need your help on this.I've decided to add a page that will be all recipes, one for crafting and another for home hints and tips. All the things that I do will now be on the site in one place. Nan is tempting me to have a Strictly Scottish section but not sure what I'd put in there, what do you think?
My dread of course is wrestling with the technicalities of Typepad. Think I may have to go as far as I can and then buy into their help system. How I hate technology, how I love technology, how I feel such a bloody failure for not being able to work with it and being frightened of it.
Oh yes, I am from the old school that thinks the internet is a fearsome thing, in fact the computer that gets you there is even more frightening. One wrong move and it could catapult you into cyberspace without a safety net. With the mere slip of a digit you could wipe out entire galaxies (well at least your own web site) and be left without a leg to stand on or a blog to write on.
The 'oh s*&t, it's disappeared off the screen!' is always my biggest fear. That moment of total panic when you confidently press a key and either nothing happens, or things move in an unmanageable manner.
I am a natural panicker, I come from a long line of panic stricken beings. My Dad was constantly telling Mum not to panic, and of course she'd go right on ahead and go into a full scale one. Like the time when she set the kitchen alight with a chip pan (oh yes, that was a cooking method thereafter banned after the entire downstairs repaint) and did the only honourable thing of shrieking for help, phoning me in America and herding out the cat. Did she calmly put the fire out in the appropriate manner as demonstrated on so many tv programmes at the time? Er no, she rushed out screaming to the garden and let the ground floor burn down. My father was less than amused, but of course thrilled to know the cat was safe.
So I am going to have to arm myself with a panic protector (aka nice bottle of Chardonnay) before I launch myself bodily into the actual changing of the site. To start with I shall work it out on paper and cause no damage to cyberspace as I hurl the scrunched up efforts across the living room when I can't come up with a good enough idea. At least I will be making fire fodder and it will save rolling up newspapers for kindling in the morning.
So keep the ideas coming, and if anyone out there just happens to be a techno wizard Id SO love to hear from you.