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I can't think of anything witty to call this post. I've been doing monthly accounts for the last three days and it's done my head in.

The grand plan, going through continual metamorphosis in my head, is to have some kind of combined cafe/personal training place. How it looks is pretty clear to me. Whether the focus will be on food or fitness, I haven't decided. Either way, now is the start of The Plan.

And so I've embarked on some extra edumacation. My first course is on 23 October, in which I'll learn how to make coffee. Apparently, there's a bit of an art to this, so off I'll go to learn the difference between a no fat, organic pumpkin spice, decaf soy chai latte, (I'm sure there's something like that out there!), and a macchiatto. After that, I get to do the cool course where they let you play with the coffee and make pretty pictures and swirly things in the froth with toothpicks. Then there's food handling, food safety, bar tending and responsible service of alcohol. .....eventually.

But that's not all. The 'Mouche has inspired me to literally get off my arse and do something I've thought about since the damn Army knocked me back (can you tell I'm still bitter about that?), but didn't really have the confidence to do. The 'Mouche, in his wisdom has almost completed a course at the Australian Inst!tut3 of Fitn3ss (I don't want googlers googling that and finding me). He is doing the course at their Spain campus and, although I'm ridiculously jealous of that fact, I think it's very cool.

I've also signed up and, despite the fact that it costs a freakin fortune and I'll be paying it back forever, I will be a Master Fitness Instructor by the end of April. Two nights a week and every Saturday, starting 5 November. In Melbourne. Not Spain. :-(

I have grand plans and a distinct lack of funds, but I'm hoping the will will help me find the way...and the money, and the building, and the clients....