1966, time to leave school.
Need to earn some money, but how? ‘Editorial assistant wanted
on weekly scientific journal’ – yes, that’ll suit
me. And it did, because I’m still in the same line of work
nearly 40 years on.
Around this time meet husband-to-be,
Cliff. Definitely do not want to be what media describe as ‘teenage
bride’. Get married on first Saturday after twentieth birthday.
(My children now find this amazing – what, no travelling?
no gap year? no uni?)
Have always rather envied friend
Rosamund, one of four children. Happily, husband thinks along similar
lines. By 1976 have a family of four, three girls and a boy, Nicola,
Guy, Zoe and Shona.
Continue to do freelance work
while looking after first two. When next two come along find that
mothering is full-time occupation.
Move from maisonette with small
balcony in suburbs to three-bedroomed rural semi – with scope.
1970s and 1980s: kids grow; we
enjoy sunny camping holidays in France and less sunny ones in England.
Mid-80s: go back to work part-time.
Find that ‘hot metal’ printing has given way to phototypesetting.
Before long, am expected to learn how to use a computer, oh dear!
Both of us very proud of our
four children who all achieve honours degrees.
Early 1990s: move to ‘dream’
house – big, spacious, lots of land. Children leave home.
Freedom! But father and father-in-law die soon after and we become
responsible for mother and mother-in-law – hadn’t bargained
on that! Then both of us made redundant; husband starts own company;
I go self-employed and work from home.
Late 90s/early 00s: three of
our children now married. Arrival of first granddaughter, a big
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