Finally re-joined the ranks of the employed and started a new job today...I'm not sure who was getting more nervous about the lack of income, me, my bank manager or my ex-wife's lawyer. Anyway, I was full of anticipation at rejoining the rat race; had a shave, wore a suit and collar and tie for the first time in four months; walked to the local Underground station and caught the train with all the other zombies.
By lunch time I was bored; on the homeward journey even more so, squashed in with all the other smelly, grumpy commuters. Plans are already being hatched to use the first week's pay to buy an old motorbike to commute to work on; I anticipate hours of nail-biting fun on e-bay. The budget will be fairly small so I'm not sure what I'll get - it did cross my mind that as I've got a couple of sets of riding gear, if I sold my Dainese jacket and Schuberth helmet that would probably double the budget....we'll see. I'll keep you posted.
My own private gulag
2 weeks ago