Still dancing
I started both anti-depressants and dancing, back in Autumn 2009. I had come back from a summer holiday to see my husband's parents in Oz as depressed as I had ever been as an ill-treated lecturer at Cambridge. All I knew was that I had to do something to change the terrible way I was feeling. This was also when I embarked on the idea for a book called Motherload . What I thought was going to be a year's work extended and multiplied, because, of course, I was still living Motherload as well as writing about it – because the children were still very young, because my husband's employment was so unstable for so long, because there was a global recession. I couldn't just sit down and research and write, and let everything else take care of itself. Well, I could and did for two glorious years in Australia. But that's another story. After I was kicked out of Cambridge (for having a baby), I was forced to keep thinking up new ways to earn a living. First of all I s...