Time for a new venture - a job. It's been almost 8 years since I last went out to work, but tomorrow that's what I'll be doing. Don't think I've been keeping it under wraps from you. The whole thing has happened pretty fast. On reflection, this is probably a good thing as my menfolk have already been calculating how my absence from home for a few hours a week is likely to affect me doing their bidding. I've had to do a fair bit of reassurance that normal mothering service will continue.
Now would be a good time to fill me with stories about how marvellous re-entry to the workforce is. Although I am a hundred percent convinced that I have found a top landing zone.
Do you think splitting infinitives is grounds for dismissal from a bookshop? Perhaps I ought to re-think my post title.