So here's the deal. I am in France, where I Grew Up (became me etc.), but I would really rather like to have a proper job and that is not going to happen here because we live in a luscious rural backwater that is great for mountain biking and not a lot else.

On the other hand I would quite like to enjoy the summer weather that is just starting to arrive here, especially as we have lived through the longest most miserable winter that I have known since moving here in 1991...

But this morning I had a good feeling about a job application that I sent off to a place near Hull (my other home, East Yorkshire... long story). And that was confirmed earlier this evening when I got a call from the director of HR asking when I could get over for an interview.

So this time next week I have a feeling that my future will have been changed. That the Next Stage will be maped out and ... well after that long winter of discontent it is mad for everything to be going off all at once.

My wife is in England right now. We are going to cross paths and I will end up there while she is here. Not exactly as we planned our lives, but since when has planning your life ever really worked out?