I've taken 2 big decisions in the last few months. I resigned to do free-lance consultancy work. and we;re house-hunting oop north in the peak district (conveniently sandwiched between Manchester and Sheffied, 2 hours on the train to St Pancras). I grew up in a village in the peak district - stuffed with successful business-people, doctors, university lecturers, teachers, writers. Why, just because I want to wake up in the morning to a nice view, see my family more than 4 times a year, and have a garden bigger than a postage stamp, does everyone think I'm giving up my fecking career to keep chickens? I sometimes wonder if they've heard of Sheffield, Manchester, trains and the world wide web.