The Smell of Charred Bridges

I ought to be really happy but I seem to have a safety valve firmly in place.

Last night I got a firm offer of work - twenty hours a week, looking after two children.  I'll start as soon as I've caught my breath in January.  And I have pending a possible morning job looking after a newborn - after the newborn is - er- born.  I'm meeting both families in December, but the first one is assured.

I went through all my other prospectives, like a newly-engaged woman, politely thanking them for their interest but saying I was now committed.  I am off the market.  I have semtexed my bridges.

And I know it will all be fine.  I'm just too cautious to do a Snoopy dance yet.