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(not so) Idle Plans.

It's that time again! If you're a fan of overly dramatic blog posts full of GCSE level grammar and similes, that not only take an age to get to the actual point but are usually quite underwhelming when they do, then start here. If not, feel free to skip to there.

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So here we are. Arms outstretched, high above the earth, looking down, and getting ready to jump. That nervous twitch in the pit of your stomach. That dryness in your mouth. The split second of overwhelming anxiety before you step off the edge of knowing and fall into the unknown...

I'll be honest, I've felt like that for about 3 months straight now. It's not a sad feeling. It's in no way as severe as the struggles that others face. It's just constant tap on your shoulder. A ominous deja vu. That "where do you see yourself in five years?" conversation on repeat. It's as if every step you make is on to one of those crumbing stones that Indiana Jones always seems to come across. It's hard to settle. 

Manchester is fucking brilliant, he said in sharp juxtaposition. We had our darkest moment as a business at the start of those 3 months, and looking back I can't believe how short lived that was. I'm still completely blown away by how quickly Manchester's independent/creative/best folk came together and pulled us out of the mess we were in. We took so much away from that. Not only the financial help to keep us going, but the support meant we knew we needed to carry on. We wanted to, in fact. It re-energised us.

Since then the guys at Grub had been the shining light at the end of each week. A purpose. And we can't thank them enough for that. However, that constant tap on the shoulder was there to remind us that it must come to an end - Grub has now moved homes (https://twitter.com/fscmcr) and we haven't moved with them I'm afraid - we have our new baby to occupy us (her name is Ivy and she's brilliant), so some time off is most welcome. Before Grub we thought we were gonna drown, but thanks to them and others we've been successfully treading water for a while now. However, at some point though we needed to start swimming somewhere. Anywhere. We just needed a direction.

"So where are you swimming?" I hear you excitedly ask, whilst simultaneously joining in this odd water based metaphor... I THINK IT'S TO OUR NEW PREMISES, I shout through capitalisation.

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So there we go, as of today we have exchanged an agreement to lease on some new premises. We think our new home is finally happening. Obviously we've been here before, and if you're thinking "I'll believe it when I see it" then don't worry, we're right there with you! That ominous deja vu anyone?

I'd love this post to feel a bit more celebratory, but I'm entirely scarred by these last 18 months and can't quite bring myself to get carried away. It's probably best that way. But we felt an update was due so here's the Fun Idle Hands Future Facts (FIHFF) condensed down:

  1. We've had a baby! Her name is Ivy and she's now wriggling around in the world. We'll most probably be off the grid a little whilst we find our feet with that... Well either that or our social media will be full of Ask Jeeves style questions about parenthood.
  2. We hope to be moving Idle Hands in to our new permanent home in the Northern Quarter some time soon, but most probably January, depending on how Christmas pans out I guess. We will update as we go.
  3. Once we're in there we hope to finally grow in to the shop we've been aiming for for the last three years, and start to repay all your kindness and support by finally creating that space for you to come hang out and enjoy yourselves.
  4. For now we have come to the realisation we will have some free time through November and December to take on any events or pop-up offerings you might be thinking about (click here for a little run down), so if there's any ideas you want to run past us, or events you'd like us to cater for, please don't hesitate to get in touch - info@idlehandscoffee.com

So here we are. Arms outstretched, high above the earth, looking down, and getting ready to jump. That nervous twitch in the pit of your stomach. That dryness in your mouth. The split second of overwhelming anxiety before you step off the edge of knowing and fall into the unknown...

...but we're finally feeling confident we'll see you there.

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