Phew – well that was a week to remember. As you may I know I ‘play with websites’ as my kids call it. I manage, look after and have of my own many sites. They all have varying needs and through the years they have been set up and hosted on two different hosts. Not ideal having to log into two separate places. Last week I moved the whole lot to one hosting company. Well I say I moved, I just said yes and a very lovely chap, Ryan from SW Broadband, did all the hard work. Job done. So why am I wittering on about it? Was there a nice juicy disaster to report or bad customer services to retell? Well no that’s just it and it was brilliant service and although a few hiccups it was dealt with quickly. I’m all for shouting about good service so if you’re thinking about moving your hosting and dreading the nightmare of it all, do pop along and have a chat with them at SW Boradband. They are very knowledgeable and don’t bombard you with nerdy speak that you can’t understand. They reply to emails promptly and even replied within the hour on a Sunday morning and solved a problem in minutes. I could go on about how good they are but I think the biggest recommendation I can give is that I have entrusted into their care all my customers and my sites ( 30+ sites) and I have total peace of mind that they are looking after it all.
So with all the sites settling in nicely into their new homes it left me the rest of the week to prepare myself for my eldest 16th birthday. I say prepare as it has made me feel rather old. One minute they are toddlers and you’re wishing they were older and next minute you’re wondering where the time has gone and wishing time would stand still for a bit.
The actual birthday was a success. Presents bought that were on her wish list. New riding boots that would make any bank manager weep ( they did me) and a new mp3 player to allow her to plug herself in and not have to do that talking thing that us parents insist on. Birthday tea request was sausage casserole followed by birthday cake. All demolished in moments after the mandatory birthday horse ride.
As to how am I coping with her turning 16? It’s reminded me how old I feel, its reminded me how fast the time goes and to cling onto every moment as soon they both will fly the nest. BUT if I hear the phrase ‘I am 16 now mum’ one more time I may scream.