The Perfect Storm
It is April 15th 2019. We are in London. It has been a gorgeous day and we've been occupying with XR in Parliament Square. Tom's sister Amaya is babysitting for Iris and we've just been to see a Huguenot House courtesy of my friend from school Sarah. We're sitting in a bar somewhere near Spitalfields with Simon -one of our best men from our wedding, and a uni friend of Tom's. Tom is waiting to hear back from a civil service job he had an interview for. He has been 10 years at Hallam Uni and he's ready for a change. There's a lot of upheaval and he's not sure about the direction things are going in. We've also been talking about going abroad for maybe 6 months or a year before Iris starts school - she's due to start in September 2020. It feels like a long way away and too soon. We're spit-balling. If we went away, we'd want to go somewhere Spanish speaking and hot. We haven't got much further than that. The bar man comes over and o...