Three days ago, covered in another story, my wife and I decided to call time on our years as a couple, and move forward as a team, as friends, and as parents to our kids. The following days have been, good, bad, and fucking horrible — in about equal measure.

My life has been a series of big relocations, with new careers dotted in along the way. Since school, I’ve relocated typically every 2 years, usually with a new career or attempt at a new career included for real clean slate.

Before you rush off, this isn’t about me being brave. I’m just rattling on regardless.

The news over the last week has been awash with Covid-19, obviously, and a heartwarming amount of wholesome, helpful stories. From shops like Costa…

I’m at home alone. Not alone-alone, but the kids are asleep, and my wife has gone out, so largely alone, despite the nearby people (likely plotting mischief in their sleep). I don’t have anything I want to get done particularly, and in the absence of a better idea, I just went for a walk around my home town.

Of all industries, software is one with a particularly high turnover of staff. This isn’t necessarily as bad as it sounds. People move on for many reasons, but many just look for a new challenge every now and then, or just get a better offer. Software developers are in short…