‘So how did you get the idea?’ the twenty-something features writer cheerfully asked me earlier. ‘I think it was the moment I found myself broke, single and forty-something, and sleeping in my old bedroom back at my parents’,’ I replied, and watched as her face visibly paled. Because that’s the thing: I think that’s still a frightening prospect for most people. Or versions of it. But actually, I’m here to tell you it’s not really. Because it’s not the end. On the contrary, it might just be the beginning.
