Steps – Better best forgotten?
Apr15

Steps – Better best forgotten?

In the dim and distant 90s, after I graduated, I stayed on in Nottingham, the city where I had been to university. There was nothing there for me apart from a boyfriend (now my husband) with the beginnings of a career, earning peanuts. No job, no money, no family, no friends. My husband earned so little he was forced to work in a pub to supplement his income. We lived in a studio flat for one person. I endlessly applied for jobs and...

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