The Letter Writers

I was selling stuff.  My ex had bolted, I had no income and he was not giving me any money for the mortgage or indeed to feed or clothe the children (let alone their school fees). So I was flogging what belongings of my own I could on ebay and at car boot sales. (This generated virtually nothing, as you might expect, so did little to solve the problem.) Continue reading The Letter Writers


Not So Sexy Now

“It was a gamble that didn’t work out well.’ My daughter was talking about my giving up my career for kids. I’d never thought of it like that. It didn’t feel like a gamble at the time. Maybe it should have.   Continue reading Not So Sexy Now


Just came across some stuff which reminded me that when my ex walked out on us and went to stay in a hotel, I was (amongst other things!) anxious about the cost. Although he had been earning a good salary * we had stratospheric outgoings with a monthly mortgage payment that was more than some people earn in a year, and three children in not just any old independent schools, but three of the priciest in London. And so on. Continue reading Marginal