A bit about my concerns ...

I have led a fairly nomadic life. My mother managed to move us on every few years, I think I must have some of her listless blood. I do bore easily which is why life as a dancer suited me so perfectly, I could be focused and dedicated but easily flit between contracts. Of cause the eminent town we were about to locate to will always hold a dear place in my heart - it is where I met the love of my life - my husband. However, I know from experience, you should never go back. You will always remember a place and time through rose tinted glasses. It is never the same, circumstances and people have changed or unfortunately sometimes they haven't. My father-in-law has generally been one to elaborate his achievements but at the time it never crossed my mind that his heart was not in the right place ... and hay, the promise he would help us get that all important foot on the property ladder was just too alluring. (Oh, did I mention....he still doesn't know we're married....I will get to that part of the story soon!)

With the wheels set in motion ....

With the wheels set in motion, my husband has the family business signed over into his name. (We later understand that this was the only way the company could continue trading as the father in law has legally be disbarred, at the time we believed this just to be grand gesture!) Moreover, arrangements made to embark on our new life in the country. Many people spend years dreaming of a better life, of fresh air, the ‘green green grass’ and plentiful quality family time. I suppose I should have felt far more grateful but saying goodbye to my home, my friends, my family, my new career and my lifestyle not to mention the dread of moving to a town I never really liked, left me dubious and fretful of up coming events. My husband really was taking a huge gamble – he was successful, earnt good money and was next inline for promotion. He just wanted to provide more for his family; a home of our own not to mention essentially he is a country boy at heart. He is a fantastic incredibly logical practical man, entirely opposite to myself. Unfortunately, the judgements of others are out of our hands...

Ok, so right at the very beginning...

Ok, so right at the very beginning... This story commenced even before the economic disasters of 2008, back when housing prices were still in full bloom. My husband, son, and I re-located back to his hometown in the country. My partner is a particularly loyal man, so when his father began to have difficulties with the family business and asked for his assistance, he just could not refuse. Being a city girl and happiest in busy crowded environments I took a little convincing. However, I could see the obvious benefits for our son, growing up in a friendlier society, surrounded by family (even if they were in-laws!) Neither of us could possibly have imagined or foreseen that a member of our own family could betray and so maliciously sell their own flesh and blood out....

And so 2009 begins...

So... I start 2009 in a Western European sweat shop - that is my sofa. No not stuffing envelopes but sticking cheap 'made in China' toys to the front of equally cheap kids magazines. We call it a night at 1.20am after realising we have run out of front covers... only 2 boxes left to fill. Hay the 20 quid for the 11 hours work (between 2 of us)will at least pay our Pizza Hut bill of the other night. Yes, I may have a graduate degree, a house, a husband, a child but the last few months have thrown me into a regression reminicent of my early student days. (abeit, slightly fatter and greyer.) I think 2008 had a similar affect on many to varying degrees. However, this is my story. How we came to be in this position on the brink of the yet another recession, and hopefully how we will manage to pull our selves through it. (Oh, did I mention... also trying to potty train the fore-mentioned child!)