My Mrs became a teacher yesterday. She'd already completed the course, picked up the diploma and started at her school, but yesteday, the kids came back from their holidays and she was up in front of the class she'll be teaching for the next year.
I feel really proud of her. Watching her doing her marking last night was quite beautiful. Changing career in mid-life is a bold step, and training to be a teacher in one year flat is hard work, and very challenging at the sharp end.
My euphoria is nothing whatsoever to do with the fact that we are now a dual-income household once more. Oh no. What kind of niggard do you take me for?