Christmas came and went. And so did New Years Eve. Usually I go somewhere exotic but this year I hibernated in rural Northamptonshire, licking my wounds from the previous year and wondering what this one will bring. This – the year when I’ll be 40. I should probably be settled down with a couple of kids by now. Passing my time baking cakes and meeting my new friends from the NCT class to slag off our husbands over a skinny latté.
But I’m not. And I have to find some work.
I thought I’d give the agencies a few days to settle back in before I start sending them emails to ignore, or calling them when they’re in a meeting.
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