Welcome to the first of an occasional series of blogs from me.

After 15 years in the work place, with a mixure of skill, cheek, over confidence and a startling lack of insight by various employers, I had reached the dizzy heights of the middle in public sector management. The key was to arrive planning to be slightly less crap than the previous person, and being the public sector, this wasn't too difficult, and then leave before anyone discovered the mess I was making.

However, due to an unfortunate incident with a fork lift truck, that part of life in behind me. No more New Labour Iniatives to bring to life, only at home with the children in a new city were nobody knows me.

So

1. Can I look after children, feed then, iron there clothes and stop them from killing each other and me
2. Can I manage to keep the house turning into a version of my flat in 1989, when dishes were only washed when needed and clothes only put away when I moved house.
3. Can I make some new friends as I only ever meet women who probably think I am a loser or a pervert.

More to follow and advice needed