By the time I left my job, I was a mother of four.
I worked from home, which is where I’m now, and I’m doing my best to stay out of trouble.
I love my job.
The day I leave, I’ll be out of work, too.
I feel like I’ve had my day, and that’s fine.
But the world of work is a scary place.
One day in May, the wind blew a storm into my home and knocked out my phone.
The phone rang.
It was a stranger.
She said she’d been a nurse and was looking for me.
She was from Scotland.
I asked her to come to my flat in the town of Cumbria and she did, and she asked me to come with her.
She got on the back of the car and we drove to a farm.
She’d brought a new friend.
The next day, she asked if I was OK and we went to the hospital.
I was worried about her, she said, and also because she was a woman, she was nervous.
I’d never had anyone ask me what I wanted.
I wanted to make sure she was OK.
But I was scared.
I wasn’t ready for the world to know.
When I came back from the hospital, I told her I wanted her to know what I was going through, and we got married.
That was two months ago.
The woman who answered the phone, her name was Ann, was in her late 60s and had been working in the NHS for 15 years.
She told me that she was in a relationship with a man, who she’d met through her work and was not their biological parent.
I’ve known Ann for 30 years, and when she told me about this new man, I didn’t want to be part of a relationship.
It’s very, very different to what I’m used to.
I don’t know what to think about her.
I told Ann I didn, too, and then she asked, “Why do you think it’s OK for a man to ask a woman what she wants?”
I said, “Well, because I’m a woman and I want to talk to her.”
She said, (to which I said) I have to ask her to talk, and so she asked.
After a long conversation, Ann agreed to talk.
She gave me a few details of their relationship.
She described her father’s illness and her mother’s struggles, which led to her being the only child.
Ann said she was working as a social worker, and had a difficult time finding work.
She told me she had a husband who had a medical condition and wanted to work.
I said I’d seen him, but he had a job.
He said, well, I can’t find a job, because it’s all been taken over by the NHS.
I didn of course know this, but I’d heard about this, and now that she’s talking about it, I felt that it would be important for her to hear what I had to say.
She explained to me that her husband was working part-time in the hospital and was taking on an extra job as a cleaner.
He was doing some work cleaning, and he was getting sick.
I explained to Ann that she needed to speak to him, and after a short time, she agreed.
I told her that my father was dying of cancer, and because of that, I wanted him to talk with me.
He agreed to speak with me and we talked for a long time.
After I left, she went into a shop.
She came back, and, when I got there, I went straight to her.
It wasn’t like she was waiting for me to leave the shop, but she asked what I’d like to talk about.
She wanted to know where I lived, and where I worked.
We talked about how she’d heard she was pregnant, and my father had to take off work because of the illness.
But Ann wanted to talk more about her family.
Ann told me her husband had a condition that meant he had to have the full complement of blood tests every three weeks, which meant he was unable to work full-time.
She explained that he had lost his job, and was working on a farm in Scotland.
She also told me how her father was in pain because of this, as well as her mother, who had lost her job.
They had to go back to work because they had to be at home with their children.
She felt that the only way to make them happy was to go into the NHS and work full time.
This was all about Ann, she told my father.
She knew that I’d wanted to be married for a while, but when I told my mother,