there lived a twenty-something chap in South London ; he had a good, well paid job, a nice shiny car, two wonderful children (boy and girl) and an even more wonderful and shiny wife. Life was good. Then all the credit got crunchy, silly amounts of money was being thrown around by a non-elected leader, rich businessmen suddenly decided to stay rich and stop sharing their wealth and this twenty-something chap found that he still had a nice shiny car, two wonderful children (boy and girl) and an even more wonderful and shiny wife, but he has without a good, well paid job – sans negotium, if you will.
Still, we mustn’t grumble – I had all of my limbs (and still have them), my iTunes was up to date, I was spending the most time with my wife that I had since our year in the antipodes, and I learnt a lot about myself from the wee people – mostly that I hate to have my plans change (they seem to exist solely to change my plans) I am more impatient than I realised, but I have far more love in the small moments than I realised.
A whole 20 months have gone by since then, I am now a grand old 30 years, and I can say with a spring on my lips and a whistle in my step that I am back in full time employ – and I am a better person for the time I had at home with my offspring. Being a dad is truly a joy.
So, there is a brief history of my recent history in a fairly traded chocolate (85% cocoa) coated macadamia nutshell. I hope you feel a little like you can relate to me now, and maybe someday we can work on this and become cyber-friends or something ; we could hang out in a virtual cafe with cool ambient, but uplifting, music, soft lighting and a wide menu of foreign beers and coffees, and talk about all the excellent online sports that we enjoy playing together, we could even sync our Wii’s so we can play eachother. Maybe. Maybe.