I've been on a training course in Cardiff this week, for my job. I sit in the room, I look like I'm listening and taking in the information which the trainer is throwing at me. But, really, in the morning I'm thinking about what the buffet lunch will consist of (sandwiches, cold chicken drumsticks, soggy mini pancake rolls, a selection of chopped up stuff to dip in pureed other stuff) and in the afternoon I'm thinking about how late I can have a cup of tea and still complete the ninety minute drive home without needing a wee break. Across the entirety of the day there are underlying thoughts of the imminent baby, plus plans for the weekend, plus what is my favourite cheese.
I'm not loving the training course.
But it has brought me back to Cardiff, the city where I studied for my degree. Yesterday it also became the city where I parked my car and couldn't find it again, which is a less endearing feature.
|Students, being all studenty. They were probably drunk.|
It was as I realised how much debt they'd be in that I had a horrible thought: in eighteen years time I will have an eighteen year old. My eighteen year old will probably want to go to university. I will want my eighteen year old to go to university. But I will not want my eighteen year old to become a twenty-one year old saddled with masses of debt. Shit it. That means I'll want to help him out, give him cash to waste on booze, weed and all the other trappings of studentdom.
BUT I HAVE NO CASH. Precisely because I am an overgrown ten year old who sits in training courses and thinks about whether chocolate and Philadelphia should ever be mixed (still unresolved) I am to the corporate ladder as a greased sloth is to, well, anything it tries to climb.
So, what to do? Because I'm fairly sure there are some costs associated to having a child prior to their enrolment at university, so I don't have an eighteen year window in which to win the lottery (haven't checked my tickets from Saturday yet though!)
I know money's not everything by the way, I'm more using it as an example of my responsibilities. There are others, many, many others. But this has already got quite long, and I should go to bed, to make sure my mind is fresh, sharp, ready to think about the important issues of tomorrow. Like whether a HobNob is better than a Digestive.