Its a funny old business, this working from home thing. The "engine room" can become a highly charged space at times. Two slight people with big ideas creating in a space beneath a packed-to-the-rafters house.
And five children, three goldfish and a bunny rabbit can act as a very effective handbrake to all that creativity.
And so I have spent the morning trawling the streets looking for offices to lease.
With the little ones in tow, it was heaps of fun.
Number five spent her morning wriggling out of the pram and playing chicken in the High Street. And number four was just hungry. All the time. A boy, age nearly five. Need I say more?
Clearly weetbix, a banana, apple, packet of tiny teddies, some watermelon, a ham and cheese sandwich and a ginger biscuit nicked from the pharmacy was not nearly enough for breakfast. I wonder if he might have a stomachache tonight, eat a green leaf tomorrow and turn into a beautiful butterfly by the weekend? Perhaps not.
Either way, I made an executive decision to put a halt to the property search and return to my cave.
Five passed out in the car, exhausted from all that running. Four just asked what was for lunch and plonked himself infront of the TV.
I am now torn between the desire to get some work done and the need to organise the tribe for the mountains of after school activities. And I have, of course, mother guilt, suspecting that the electronic babysitter will turn my son into a dribbling overweight idiot.
And so, I do what I do best ....procrastinate. A little networking, a few emails, a checking of lists and then a little writing. Its hardly the stuff that corporate giants are built on.
Or is it? Maybe we all start somewhere, in a little space at the bottom of a busy house, dreaming of bigger things.
Either way, I'm off to the kitchen. Four has asked if he has square eyes...a little, I tell him and ask if he wants to peel some eggs for tea.
Its all about balance in the end. Finding it, living today and keeping faith with the dreams of tomorrow.


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