What’s next? It’s a question that I ask myself continuously throughout life, especially over the past five years or so. You’d think that by the fabulous age of forty, I’d have life figured out. Sadly, this isn’t so and despite having a wonderful husband and two amazing children, I still find myself wondering what exactly my purpose on this planet may be. At present life is a bit like a rather large jigsaw purchased from the local charity shop with an unusual amount of pieces missing from the box. I haven’t got a clue what I want to do when …
