Sense of purpose

I was so excited this evening to see I have my very second follower. My heart sank to the depths of my handbag, when I realised I had somehow added myself as a follower. I could philosophically conjure a reason that "subconsciously" I believe I should really pay attention to myself more. Having just re-read that sentence, thats probably not a bad thing to do.

Those of you who have read my blog more than once, perhaps my other (actually only) follower, will have noticed that I have remodelled my page. I suspect it will morph quite a lot more over time, as I like to change things up a bit from time to time. This includes and is not limited to my sunglasses, haircuts and liptstick colour.

I baked a cake today. I baked one yesterday too. These cakes are a milestone in my recovery. Not eating them per se', but the actual activity of making them and more importantly icing them. You see, I have recently started a cake-icing course with my cousin. For the mum's out there, this may seem like quite a logical thing. However, when I mentioned this fact to a colleague, she looked at me blankly and remarked "wow, that sounds so normal. Where on earth do you find the time to do that with all our work?". And the simple answer is: with great difficulty. First class I was over 30 minutes late. The second class I clean forgot to bring icing to ice the cake. Thank goodness my cousin had agreed to make the cakes for the class, otherwise the second class would have been a significant challenging. Tomorrow evening is my third class. I have agreed to make the cakes for my cousin and I, while she is going to bring the icing. I trust tomorrow's class is going to be more successful. Now just to focus on leaving the office at a reasonable time to fight my way through traffic to my normal hobby!