The council I had worked for for over 20 years was going through a series of very severe cuts, requiring a reduction of around 20% of the workforce. I'd reached my 50th birthday the year before and after 31st March, the government would enforce new rules about early retirement, lifting the age when a pension could be received to 55. I had to decide whether I felt secure enough to find a post in the new structure - and to fight for that place against many other friends and colleagues - or to take whatever was on offer and run before 31st March.
The very first time I used a cash point, I took the money out and ran away before anyone could take it off me. There was never very much doubt that I would go but it was actually a huge decision. Three children, a house to sell, no job...facing a blank canvas can be daunting to say the least. However, FR and I agreed it was an opportunity and one we should embrace fully.
|(Marion and Diane and I had lunch the following week...!)|
I wouldn't have known the date except I was tidying up a bookshelf, preparing to pack all our belongings into boxes once again as we prepare to move into the house we came here to find - and found this old diary, with its quiet little entry. I hadn't had a paper diary for years but fell in love with these Dodo Diaries at Christmas and bought myself one.
It's rather lovely to have a tangible record of the year that 'Moving On' began. Though evidence of the amount of clutter we manage to hang on to in our family....sigh, moving on is always hard work!