A few vital statistics to light the way:
Status: Single (separated)
Children: 1 Boy ‘Sonny’ (6yrs)
Address: Flat with very sunny terrace and 1 tomato plant, beautiful medieval town, bottom of a valley, southwest France.
Education: Lots, including a degree in English which seems to have come in handy after all.
Previous Employment: Charity, Sales, PR Fashion/Publishing, PA, Design and Production Ass/Studio Coordinator, Freelance Production Ass, Creative Talent Agency (Photographers, Artists and Writers) Agent/Coordinator, Photographic Agent/Ass, Mother, Crèche Ass, Charity Case i.e. unemployed and financially challenged. Oh, the circle of life!
Other relevant Info: Moved to rural France with partner and 5-month-old son in 2002. Partner and I encountered difficulties in our relationship and it became clear that one of us had to go – and it wouldn’t be him. With minimum French, catapulted myself back into the job market and got a 2-year contract as an ‘Aide Maternelle’ in the local crèche. This allowed me to get my own flat and my independence. Contract finished November 2007 and have since embarked on a full-time French course, with a view to getting work that pays more than the minimum wage. Really need to get my car* fixed (entering it from the passenger side, then kangarooing along the road for the first 5 minutes is no fun whatsoever, unless you are a 6-yr-old boy), so wish me luck!
*Update Aug 08: What car? Boyfriend wrote it off in a ditch 2 nights ago and it is beyond repair – though the insurance company did offer me some money to replace the windscreen, which, ironically, is the only bit still in intact. And just when I thought I was getting my life back on track…
Why this blog?
I have been writing for years, it is only now that I am ready to share. Taking thoughts from my head and seeing them on screen helps me to ‘figure things out’. As I am constantly at war in my head, I imagine I will always write. I have many stories to tell, of our move to France and the crazy situations we subsequently ended up in (even our friends and family can’t believe some of them), and of my topsy turvy existence after leaving my son’s father.
I love to read about other people’s lives and hope you enjoy reading about mine. As it has been said many times before: the truth can be stranger than fiction. If my life is anything to go by, I have to agree.
All words are my own and are copyrighted to me © 2008 tartetartan