For the first two years of working life, I lived on my own. I had a flat in a small village in North Bedfordshire, which was above a hair dressers. I hadn't seen the flat before signing the agreement, it was one of the few that was available on a MoD accommodation list, at the short notice I had before starting my job. It was pleasant enough, it was an old stone cottage, I had a big bedroom on the top floor, with enough room to have a desk, with a lounge next to it. The floor below then had a large bathroom and the kitchen, then the ground floor was the hair dressers. The entrance to the flat was within the reception for the hair dressers (I had a key for their front door too) It was a small village, there was a small Co-op food store, a post office, a news agents and two pubs. For those first two years I didn't go out a great deal. My take home pay was around £600 a month. Rent was £325 a month, after electric bills, water rates, council rates (initially, then the 'poll t...
My story, how I got to where I am now, warts and all, unfettered, hopefully honest. An awakening, waking up, changing, growing, whatever you choose to call it, I've been going through it. My life has been upended, it's been traumatic, dark, at times just plain nasty, but there has also been light, optimism, hope, love. It's still hard at times but I'm getting there. Join me for my ongoing journey.