Yesterday we blogged a recipe for a black forest wet cake which we called a gateaux……we got it wrong, apparently we should have called it a gateau! We are of course terrible awful humans and this will of course have most definitely earned us a spot in spelling and grammar hell! We are sorry 😦
In fact this is not our first offence, we often get our grammar and spelling wrong and we thought for those of you it upsets we’d offer a) an apology and b) some sort of explanation.
Ok here goes……
We are truly sorry. We know in the context of this post there is a danger that this could come across as sarcastic but it really isn’t meant to. We know spelling and grammar are very very important and if spelling and grammar are your thing our little blog probably drives you wild with anger, for this we are sorry.
Having apologised we will now go ahead and try to explain ourselves. The question on everyone’s lip is why? Well there are a few reasons.
In at number one is time! As regular readers will know we post every day. This means that every day we have to think of new material, organise the taking of relevant photos and actually write the content which we try really hard to ensure is between 300 and 1500 words. This is alongside Ian working full-time, Becksie looking after Lizzie, cooking everything from scratch, working (very) part time, running a WI, running sewing events, cleaning our house, trying to knit, reading a book for review etc etc……… we are basically time poor!We fully understand doing this is our choice but we wanted to show why we sometimes get it wrong.
It does also go a little deeper than being time poor. Becksie is and always has been RUBBISH at spelling and grammar and after years of teachers dashing red marks over her books actually has quite a confidence issue with spelling and grammar. She is the kind of person who gets sweaty if someone asks for a spelling to be shouted out! It’s not that she can’t spell or ‘do’ the grammar thing she’s just so unconfident with it she thinks she can’t and gets in a tizzy. Truth be told for a long time Becksie really wanted to write but didn’t because of her label as a poor speller and grammar person. After realising this was silly Becksie writes 80% of the content on A Year Without Supermarkets and Ian checks it and gently and kindly changes Becksie’s mistakes. As mentioned he works full-time in a busy job, comes home and is a daddy who has 1000 house jobs to do and is still renovating our utility room on zero pennies and as a consequence misses some of Becksie’s mistakes.
On the nights when Ian writes the blog this means Becksie becomes the editor which is on the whole a joke as…… she wouldn’t notice any mistakes.
So their (*there – little joke and as Aunty Leah often says ‘sometimes you gotta take a little joke’) you have it an apology and an explanation. We will of course try harder to correct mistakes but……….. we also feel that they are actually a part of our charm. We shall now explain.
Although this blog might on the surface be about not shopping in supermarkets – which it is, as time has gone on it has actually become more to some people and indeed more to us. Supermarkets have become (to us) a representation of modern life. They enable the whole ‘I do this because this is what people do’. Stepping away from them has given us a real insight into society and has changed us. We have increased our confidence to be different by being ourselves. In being different and actually ourselves we have also found HUGE happiness. In having less we have found much much more. This blog (rubbish spelling and grammar an’ all) have really changed us and we also get some amazing emails from people saying this project has touched them in many different ways. We don’t share this side of what this blog has done because this magic is often deeply personal. This blog has given us (and others) the confidence and the energy to find who they truly are, a quest many die trying to do.
So……. we are sorry for our mistakes but just like the exclamation marks, the odd few will stay as they reflect us and when Lizzie (who of course will take after daddy in the spelling and grammar stakes) looks back she will know we were being ourselves.