Prelude 5

Aaron hated the London commute - the tired grey faces, the selfish fight for space, the lack of any joy or light. The trains were delayed yet again. He didn't understand how this country that had so much rain could be so badly affected by it.

He sighed, thinking not for the first time about working locally, perhaps doing something more worthwhile, perhaps even taking a pay cut. But that was just not feasible - his electrical engineering job paid very well and they had adjusted their lifestyles to it. Fiona didn't work, preferring to look after the kids. He wished she would, now that they were a bit older – it would mean less pressure on him.

He loved electrical engineering, the precise, logical beauty of circuit boards, but after so many years he needed a change.