FIRE update: year five

I am writing this at 9.30 on a Monday morning, sitting in the garden. Mrs Accumulator has just waved to me through the window and I can scarcely believe she’s there. The past year has been strange, full of awkward trials and tiny tribulations, but the moment that’s just passed between us – well, it doesn’t get better than that. 1 About five years ago, 2 I’d have been desperately fighting bin-fires at the office, with no Mrs TA within a country mile. Work would have felt like one of those mad videogames where pointless cack (pizza, pies, U-boats, whatever) hurtles at you down a conveyor belt while your energy bar ebbs away. Now I’m in a soggy garden with the scent of pine resin up my nose. It feels like heaven. God, that went fast I haven’t had much time to reflect of late. To think about how chuffing lucky I am. Though the feeling bleeds through my every day. From one perspective, the past year has felt like an extra level in that crazy conveyor belt game: Here comes a devastating…