Launched and growing…

The launch has been and uneventful affair. The day after was one of a little stress, when we noticed that site was down. Unfortunately our hosting provider in the US decided to upgrade their systems. And guess what… Yupp, Murphy was there (The Murphy who said “If anything can go wrong, it will; at the worst possible moment”)

Anyway we’re up and running and growing — a steady trickle and hoping it continues that way, i,e, a steady trickle rather than a huge rush and absolute silence. Am hoping the SHAANDAAR SHOW will draw some more attention to the site…

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