when I was paid to write
columns, inches, sensbile stuff (properly spell-checked) that made sense (yeah, I know - wouldn't know it was me, eh), with all the proper punctuation (unbelievable, but true)
of course, having left university with an honours degree in science it was a small miracle that I ended up with a career in my first love - writing
and a rather wonderful miracle given that my career gave me masses of exposure to (deep breath of awe) "designers" and even, everynowandagain, "artists" (art and design, my second love)
I used to wish I was one of them. . .
. . .I guess the bookbinding kinda fulfilled an aspect of that - oooooh! oooooh! it's been ages since we've had a look at Elizabeth David, shall we take a peak?
and remember how it started out?!
I went past the bookbinding studio on a bus today; I also went past Betty Elborn's bench, by The Pond; I went past the end of The Road that has The River at the other end - and, do you know what, it was fine
I mean, I was fine
which brings me back to where I started:
going back to work, as a writer (with exposure to designers and artists)
I don't know if I could do it
I mean, I'd have to start by remembering how (and when) to punctuate. . .
. . .on the other hand, that science degree - four years at uni gained me not only a BSc (Hons) but also a licence to practise as a speech and language therapist
. . .so, lovely people, that's my dilemma - resume my professional career (with exposure to designers and artists) or pick up where I left off with the NHS (no exposure to designers and artists)
actually, it's always at this point that one or more of the children suddenly need/s me and I thank my lucky stars that I'm not at work. . . it's also during these moments of contemplation that I wish I'd pursued my PhD and gone off to work for GCHQ (boy oh boy that would have been a fascinating career)
(no exposure to designers and artists)