Credit crunch casualty

Last week I joined the ranks of the redundant. I was a newspaper columnist. Now I’m an aspiring novelist. Again.  The column was the only thing keeping my brain from slowly pouring out of my ears after having had two children in quick succession with another one on the way. In order to keep myself alive I had to do something drastic. So here I am. If the paper doesn’t want to listen to my banal ramblings, I shall talk to myself.