On our recent holiday in North Devon we were winding our way down a country lane, music blaring when Everybody’s Changing by Keane came on the radio. I was instantly transported back to the hot summer of 2005 (bear with me, there really is a point to this).

 

In 2005 I was made redundant from a pretty decent job in Further Education. Two huge colleges were merging and they needed to shed some staff. They shoved a nice cheque in my back pocket and sent me off into the world. As it was summer I decided the best option would be to take a month off and work on my tan while I surveyed my options.

 

There then followed arguably the best month of our married life. For one hour each day I frantically cleaned the house and cooked delicious meals from scratch, dinner was on the table when he came home from work. He was delighted to be married to the perfect housewife and I would spend a happy 7 hours a day lolling in the garden listening to music. Perfection.

 

Alas all good things must come to an end and once the month was up I got a job in the NHS and the rest is history.

 

The point is dear reader (thanks by the way, this is almost certainly tedious mind drivel), I once again find myself on the cusp of change. I’ve had the most difficult, life changing year and I’ll soon be surveying my job options again.

 

We have Splodge now and I want to treasure every second of him before he suddenly grows into a gangly, grunting teen (he’s 2, I’m pretty sure I’m being dramatic). It probably really is time to decide what I want to do when I grow up. If I ever grow up. Do I want to grow up? Should I grow up?

 

If you’ve any ideas, answers on a postcard please!