Sunday, March 11, 2012
While we were gone a business decided to send me some food to try out and sent me an email while we were on the road to let me know.
I requested they try another day but apparently the courier was already on its way.
So while I am super proud of the Aussie invention of the esky, I didn't think this food would last too well for a few days out in the heat.
I started texting a neighbour, to ask if she could grab the delivery and to also please feel free to eat it.
She said she could grab the package, but surely if I ordered this I needed it. Right?
I texted it was for this blogging thing I do, that she should just eat it, she would be doing me a favour by picking it up.
(I hate the waste of food these days and thinking of this just going in the bin annoyed me).
Now, think back to when you had never read a blog and didn't know what they were. Now imagine someone texting you to go grab some food from a door step, because it has been sent there for a blog.
So this is just one way one of my neighbours is hearing about this blogging business stuff. Our other neighbours think I have a job that allows me to review cars sometimes. I am not sure where they think I work.
Which of course got me wondering. Do your neighbours know you blog? Did you tell them, do you even tell anyone?
And if you are not a blogger, if your neighbours text you to go pick up food parcels from their doorstep...I reckon you might have a blogger right next door.
Note: This image of Immy has nothing to do with this post. It was just her dancing again today, because when you are three every little hill is a stage, and every tree an audience. And she is cute as crazy in that kaftan with crazy pigtails flying everywhere.