Like many women my age, I'm an empty shell, left exhausted and withered from fourteen years of sleepless nights. No wonder, I almost died (of fright) giving birth to our two children, of whom my husband and I suspect, love the Xbox more than us. We see them only when it's time to pre-order Call of Duty, when there is a problem with the wifi or they need a lift to the football. I can, however, take comfort in the fact that at least my husband is in the same sorry state.



Hobbies include getting made redundant and leaving numerous teaching posts, due mainly to a dislike of (children) marking.



I now fancy myself as something of a social entrepreneur, regularly commuting from Spain to Newcastle to assist Headteachers in raising the next generation of world peace and environmental activists, as well as single-handedly try to reverse Brexit one staffroom at a time.

My husband is over the moon that I finally have a non-grape based career to pursue.