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Introducing... Cafes with Kids

Hi!  Did you miss me?  Sorry it's been a bit quiet over here.  I have been working hard on colonizing a new corner of the web.  It's not even finished yet, but I am coming to realise that websites, like many other things, never achieve a static state of perfection.  So it is launched, nevertheless, and thank you to all those who have already paid it a visit.  And for those who haven't, here it is:


So why, when I already have one blog on my hands, would I want to saddle myself with another one?  Well... mostly as a learning opportunity for myself.  Hopefully also useful for other people, and possibly even vaguely financially lucrative (I wish... haven't done much on that part yet!)  Just the initial setting up has got me grappling with colour choices and page design and (aaarggghh) html code and (more aarrggghh) social media promotion and all that wonderful stuff.  

I tell you, writing is the easy bit.  Writing is what I have fun with over here, and if you're interested you read it, and if you just want to see photos of the kids that's fine too.  And you're probably a member of my family.  But because this blog includes my boys, and their names and birthdays and all that stuff, it's difficult to wholeheartedly jump into promoting it to all and sundry, even though that's kind of what you're meant to do with blogs.

So as well as dipping my toe into web design, and having something a bit different to write about, the new site is a chance to try a bit of shameless self-promotion.  (I know.  Entirely part of my character.)  The whole point of a blog reviewing cafes is that people read the reviews, and they won't do that if they don't know it's there, so... on we go.  Onto Twitter, onto Facebook, and even onto Pinterest (please don't click on that one because I really haven't got my head around Pinterest yet!)  Obviously, being a local website, it's not going to have universal appeal, but it would be nice to get to the stage where, in Derby, "Reviewed by Cafes with Kids" is going to be something that businesses are happy to say, and customers are pleased to recognise.

And if not - well, I'll have got to try plenty of good cake, and I'll still have my little home over here.

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