A year of learning, rather than living.

Here are some of the lessons I've learned.

I suppose I thought that when I returned to London, my hometown, life would be perfect, once again. Not that it had ever been perfect before, but we rose-tint to persuade ourselves that things were better back then. And we believe our own lies.

We’d spent seven years living in a nice house in a friendly neighbourhood in London. Our children had friends; …