No more falling over trainers the size of shoe boxes just inside the door. No more bath towels hung up on the floor. No more raids on the fridge. No more what is termed as music blasting the house, My baby had left home.

I have two sons, Rhys my eldest had left to set up home with his girlfriend two years previous. I must be honest and say I sighed with relief.

Glyn, my youngest by five years and I had some good times on our own, he taught me to skate-board and to rap, but he never did conquer the hanging up of a bath-towel.

After Glyn had been gone about a month and everywhere in the house was non-stop tidy, I got to thinking I like getting up when I want to, eating when I want to and no one saying "your late, where have you been" Who was I kidding !! I was down-right miserable.

One morning while shopping I saw in the Job Centre window about getting help with basic skills, not really sure what that meant I asked inside.

The following Monday I'm at college with a brand new I.D. card which tells me I'm a member of the Students Union, and I'm on a job skills work-shop, here you are assessed with no pressure, and given help where needed, most on my course had problems with reading, writing and math, I didn't so I gave back-up. Oh boy, did we laugh, great fun. I was then recommended to go on an Access course to bring me up to GCSE level and go through Uni, hard work, but I got 6 A levels, people ask me what does that make me now, I say "a clever cow".

Thank goodness Glyn left home or I would never be doing what I do, which is teaching basic skills at out local college. I love my new life.

The first thing they say to you on the course is, "YOU are here for YOU, not as a wife, mother, father, aunt etc, YOU are here as your own person, so ENJOY"

And oohh yes, I did.