Time for a change

LAST night, we clinked our way up the road to some new friends who were having a social soiree.

Packed up with a curry and plentiful amounts of grog, we expanded our networking circle by another 10. There were northerners, southerners, scousers, Scottish and us, Welshies, so a good smattering of UK presence.

Come the strike of midnight, we were drinking shots out of eggcups and promising to keep in touch and make a date for another night. Alongside my promises for countless jewellery, clothing and even Tupperware parties.

I was going to give my liver a welcome break and offered to drive, but something happened during the early part of the afternoon that made me want to celebrate.
Yesterday, I was offered a job and for one reason and another, it came just at the right time.

So yesterday, I was a graphic designer. Today, I am the new girl at a shoe shop and taking part in the success story that is JackRIVER.com.

This local woman started selling shoes from home and over the past two years has outgrown her back bedroom and is due in the next week to open a shop in an affluent part of the peninsula.
A 10 minute drive and I'll be in work, and what's more, it's part-time so I'll get to spend more time with my boys. It sounds simply perfect for me. I wanted something totally different and totally different this is.

I get a better hourly rate than what I do now and anyone who knows what things have been like for me over the past couple of weeks, this couldn't have come at a better time.

Being part time now means the boys get to have the puppy they've longed for since we've been here and I'll get to spend balmy evenings on the beach playing cricket with them without coming home in the dark, all tired, grumpy and wincing at the pile of ironing in the corner that never gets tackled.

Things can only get better.