I work for The Man. It's classified which means it's so boring that you’re protected by a veil of secrecy. I find city life fascinating, because I come from a town of 5000 inhabitants who all knew each other & clipped each other's kids round the ear (not pc but not much knife crime either, not unless you count the time a boy - so naughty that he was addressed by his full name - carved the word 'fuk' into a tree up the road. You'd think if someone goes to such effort they'd check the spelling first. Let's hope he's not a tattooist now.) Now I live in a city of a million & plenty of knife crime.
I've got four kids, two of them have left home & I'm working on the other two. I'm married to the Adrenaline Junkie who’s a musician. This means we’re broke so I sent his ass out to drive lorries. He doesn't eat Yorkies or wear check shirts, much to my chagrin. In his defense he does yoga in his boxer shorts. I'm also a musician, though the Junkie asserts that I'm not a real one because I’ve been known to perform cover versions. I love cooking & eating. I'm better at the latter which is why I never exercise in my underwear.