The Books of my Years: The barren 30’s… and why it’s James Oswald (@SirBenfro)’s fault you’re reading this.

Well. If I wrote this post about the first seven years of my thirties it would be short. Very. Very. Short. I was in career mode in my thirties. From the age of twenty-eight to thirty three I was a Regional Distribution Manager, juggling early morning starts and hundreds of miles of travel while looking after the ‘Midlands’ regional depots of Telford, Bristol, Bridgend, Leicester, Norwich and Exeter… (Don’t say a word. I know…) From the age of thirty-three to thirty-six I was managing a 500,000 sq ft warehousing and picking operation. Again long hours but this time closer to home. Less travel but no less tiring. And then when I turned thirty-nine… Well, if you read my New Year post you probably already know what happened then.

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