Yesterday, it was six months since I was made redundant.  I was never worried that I would get bored because I had a lot of plans that I had been meaning to do for some time.  What have I found?  That my mind now goes off in different directions - rather than the logical, problem-solving aspects, I find myself absurdly interested in the politics of my husband's job ie about the people as that is perhaps the one thing that I miss about not being at work.  But, the upside is that my mind is free to roam more creatively and stories come more easily. 

Since the redundancy, she had dreamt more.  The mind, freed from the rigid framework of nine-to-five went down peculiar pathways – brain churning.  Mind-yoghurt commented her husband.