Ouf. Things have gone for a burton; if not immediately, soon, we might well be back in 2004, with neither of us working. It’s all even more scary this time. We’re much better prepared for employment gaps - we have some savings, for example - but I can’t look for work until I have a spouse visa, which although in progress has been complicated by my odd medical history and may take months to come through. And then there’s Sprout to feed, clothe, house and care for. TA is fighting for his career survival and I’m lone parenting so that he can put in extra hours. We’re both terrified, but trying to stay strong for each other. At least it’s not -10° outside, like it is at home.