It’s about dark- thirty here and I’ve just packed my husband off to the Dowerin Field Day with his mates. Dowerin Field Day was always a yearly milestone and a great spot to catch-up with country friends especially in my Muresk Agricultural Uni days...years ago. However today on the farm it is going to be ‘Strawberry Balsamic Jam Day’, with a big wedding order in a few short weeks’ time.
Seriously I've been rather busy lately attending to other things than jam – there’s been a few well needed workshops…a lovely long table lunch with stylist Michelle Lau workshop via The Creatives, Mumpreneurs course run by the very talented Belle of Rise365 & a brush up on my social media (or lack of them) … but namely my times been occupied tending to our other business with me playing the position of ‘Fetcher of parts & quotes & interpreter of notes’.
The last bit is the bit that I struggle, especially with little people providing me with the constant ambient background noise. This week interpreting a diesel mechanics notes over the phone -makes for interesting Chinese whispers conversations with our suppliers. What on earth did people do before Iphones photos?
Speaking of phone I can hear the phone beeping insistently at me – and at that rate I defiantly know its not my chap ringing to say he’s forgotten to tell me he’s taking me out for special dinner tonight. More like he’s seen some ‘must have’ pieces of random workshop expensive bit of gear that’s ‘the sale of the decade’ at Dowerin. Maybe there will be a special dinner opportunity after all…