What a ride..
Evolution coin rings.
Straight off lets say a big thankyou to Anthony Bradford at Evolution coin rings for my two shilling coin with my mum’s birthdate on it! I promised an update weeks ago however life took on the magical form of a roller coaster and blasted me through oblivion the second the ring (not shown) was on my finger.
Although I’m not attributing my current house move, relationship momentum, school changes or endless pile of boxes to wade through directly to that ring going on my finger I can safely say it’s been a lot easier to manage looking down every so often and remembering why I plough through and on with the things that I do in the ways that I do.
For everything from Shillings to Crowns.
He did inform me that their may be some tainting of the metal after the work was undertaken. You know what – Still as clean and shiny as the day I made the purchase.
In other news.
I’ve moved around a lot and not been phased in the slightest as an individual. Throw two kids a missus and a house crammed full of useless items into the mix, a short time frame to move and holding down a 40 hour job and something has to give. That’s meant no posts for quite a while and won’t be any for a little while longer I’m afraid.
The autobiography is being published, that decision has been made and we’ve had several people interested. At this stage I’m wanting to do more editing and make the book that much more alive and so I’ve held off from accepting offers. I think it can be better, and as much as I’m extremely grateful for all the interest considering I know how hard it is to get the work out there to begin with. I won’t be putting out the complete works until I’m sure it’s one hundred percent perfect. It’s taken over five years to go from hand written stage to typed up, edited and ready for publication and so, another year or so won’t do any harm whilst we settle here.
We’ve been so busy this past month alone it’s hard to keep up. During writing of this short post I’ve received a message to say a friend is coming over to pick up a fridge and I have Swale here sorting out the water as my daughter asking me repeatedly “When is Steve coming over?” and so life rolls into the next phase of achievement.
It’s as though the earth’s moving at thirty four thousand kilometers a second and I can feel every millimeter. I’ll return when the motion sickness stops.