How I stirred up my life

Despite near-misses with a chimney, staff leaving suddenly, frantic dashes to IKEA and terrifying visits from the health inspector, opening my own café was finally worth it, says Sharon Ní Conchúir

LAST year I did something I’d been considering for years. I opened Béile le Chéile — my cafe.

Some of you have contemplated such a venture. Idly stirring your coffee in a bustling café, you have fantasised about the cakes you would bake, the food you would serve, and the chats you’d have with your regulars.