Late 60's early 70's, still at school, farm labourer, shelf packer, delivery boy.
1974, first taxable pay, £17.74.....
'74-Sept '77 Lab tech/part time fireman - the reactor fire was scary (not nuclear; toluene di-iso cyanide)
'77-81 Biology and teaching degree, caught up on pulcritude in a big way.
81- present, labouring at chalk face in educational emporium made famous by Samuel Beckett: "I taught the cream of Ulster society....rich.....and thick"
Mountain leader training, graduated '89 or so, trips to Snowdonia, Lake District, Glen Coe, Torridon, Arrochar Alps, Glen Affric, Kintail, Cairn Gorm plateau complex (scary -especially Goat Track in ice), Bavarian Alps, The Rockies (twice), Donegal(!), Peru, Tanzania coming up 2008.
Found time to go on 110 mile blind date, married 20 months later; No1 son now taller than I am....
Got into this lovely business when I had to demolish and rebuild part of my first home; as £'s were scarce, I did a lot myself, including roof timbers, floors (dry rot too), built in's, kitchen fitting, bathroom installation and tiling, window replacement, hanging doors.
Sold it 24 months later for twice what I paid for it, started all over again in No2 abode. 14 years later, same list completed - just about.
I haven't touched a splinter in anger for about a year, health problems, diagnosis just taken place, relief, it's treatable, "I'll be back...."
Wish to Gawd I had pressed GP for more rigorous investigation 3 years ago. Murphy's Law eh?
I could drivel on like this for ages.....