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Nearly there …

April 6, 2019

Being single, with a beat up old Mini to maintain and to be less reliant on by good friends and family I had to take a second job as a barmaid to pay my rent for one room and shared kitchen and bathroom was difficult enough with out dreams except one day my family would be together again.

Then I found a flatmate who became my husband it was great we could share resources and eventually raised a mortgage and bought a tiny house in Reading. So, my prayers were answered.  Job hunting began again still there was no computers and I was at least a reasonable Accounts clerk.  I worked for Thames Valley Trading selling advertising until I got pregnant with my third child.  When dear Maggie dropped the married man’s tax allowance and the poll tax came in; our house was in negative equity we were broke again.  I had to return to work and my husband doing night school and exams had to do a second job it was horrible it was if I had been here before. I was difficult as now need costly child care; relying on friends again was not good.  However, she soon was at school and I found work that I do around her.  I was a kitchen assistant meanwhile I took a class or to learn about computers that were now in common use.  As soon as she became more independent. I got a job a 24 hour bank that I could reach easy on my bike.  On the plus side the bank were keen for staff to undertake training outside the bank and were very pleased to pay half of the  fees for BA in Art and Humanities so for the next 6 years I burned the midnight oil reading and writing and spending weekends at courses it was very had work and my family were all again supportive and I could dream about the outcome ….

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