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Well, here I was lying on my backyard lounger, a glass of red wine in my hand, toasting my 48th birthday ... alone. Twice married, twice divorced and seeing my two kids for a few hours a couple of times a month, and as a result of the rather acrimonious ending to my second marriage, more than a little wary of any further involvements, so I’d become almost a social recluse. Work took up an increasing proportion of my time as I hid from life, so today was something of a red letter day, I’d allowed myself some time off to just sit and think about me and where I was going with my life.