That was the year that was: August 2007

We got home from France and suddenly it was August. Mr TLC went back to work, but of course there was still no work to do. The factory grapevine brought the news that the machines were being sold to China, so there obviously wasn’t going to be any more work. He went to work every morning, read more books, listened to more CDs, got increasingly fed up.

I was still enjoying my school holidays and wondering which of various interesting projects to start first. “What’s that noise?” I wondered to myself. It was the sound of the last remaining original ceiling in our 100ish year old house starting to fall down. I spent many happy days pulling down the rest of it and doing acrobatics over the stairwell armed with pieces of plasterboard.

Mr TLC’s employers finally announced that there would be redundancies.

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