Spain…The First Time: Part 2

In truth: we were homeless, jobless, next to penniless, lacking in insurance, lacking in language skills, lacking true direction, driving a car that would, definitely WOULD, break down sooner or later, and flying by the seat of our pants. I had never been so happy as I was then.

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Breaking dawn (down) on the M62.

Sitting on the M62, at its highest point, with flat tyres and a lack of a back-up plan, I thought our dream was over. 

“It’s a good job that I bought some travel insurance for the journey, isn’t it?” 

She sat there in her firmament and I sat in my old Renault with flat tyres.

“Have you been saving that bacon just for me?” I asked. “Does this mean that we can get it fixed?”

“I think so,” she replied without a hint of the smugness that I would have applied liberally. 

She already had the documents out and was reading through the small-print as a squally-spit of rain loomed in from the north. It’s easy to tell directions on the M62 without the aid of the sun (which is never apparent on that particular section). The motorway runs from East to West or…

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This is the story of what happened to me when anxiety took a grip. I lost my senses, I lost my job, and I lost me. I then turned to writing to find those things that had gone missing. How can you teach when you believe that education is a business that is failing in its primary remit of helping to create a better society? Indeed, how can you teach when you believe that you have nothing of value to pass on? The book/blog is the story of my recovery from the absolute darkness of the early days. It is an Odyssey through my life over the last twelve months and a retracing of my steps to discover how I found myself there. More than all of that, it is a re-evaluation and a rejoicing of all that which I call life. Happy reading and I hope it helps. There is madness, Everyday Madness, and not all of it comes from within.

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