
Whilst surfing Masterchef the other night I finally reached breaking point. It had started to fade away when [my kids were born and time became the most precious commodity?] they introduced the X-factor-style, drag the families in to cheer-or-blub round, when they go through or not.
Looking back the first hints of fatigue were evident during the now defunct passion test “I want this more than life, take my family and soul and do with them what you will, that’s how much I want this”.