I had been living in London, a newly-qualified teacher, working in a very tough school, and it was as bad as that makes it sound. I really wasn’t coping, I was being given support, but by Easter I had just about had enough and told the school that I would be leaving at the end of the summer term. They weren’t surprised; the place had the same attrition rate on young people as a war zone. My girlfriend, who was also a teac...