Well I lived and worked abroad for a good few years and at the age of 24 I think I was, found myself then back at home with my mum. It was a bit of a nightmare and I longed for my independence which I had had for a good few years. I couldn't afford a deposit on a place so I went on the council's housing waiting list. It took years, in which time I had met a man, moved to Ireland to live with him, got pregnant then left him and moved back to my mum's. But I had forgotten I was still on the housing waiting list while I was living in Ireland. I swear this is the truth; the day I arrived back at my mum's in Stockport, pregnant, and with all my belongings, my mum told me the previous day a woman from the council's housing department had telephoned asking to speak to me. A flat had become available for me. After all those years. She pretended I was out. She daren't have said I no longer lived there or I would have not only been denied the flat, but would have been completely taken off the waiting list too. I phoned her the next day, went round to see the flat and accepted it. My first time living completely on my own, aged 29. But i'm waffling. What I didn't properly factor in is that now I was living on my own I had to pay for absolutely everything. It was no longer a case of just giving my mum £30 a week for my "keep". All my own food, electric, water rates, council tax, all the furniture I needed, which was practically everything. Had to buy a cooker, fridge freezer, washing machine, iron, TV, bloody everything. And all while trying to buy things for a baby that was on the way. It was THEN that I finally realised how easy I had had it while living at home.