Coping with trouble: in the middle term
Today I would like to begin by going back in time; back to the second part of the 1980s when I was still living in Sofia and economic trouble was so thick in the air that you could cut it up and serve it with two vegetables. My parents were visiting me; we were sitting, having a quiet drink after the wonderful lunch my Mum prepared. Now, Britain is not the only place where talking about money is considered rude – Bulgaria is another one. Suddenly as we were chatting, I looked at my Dad and said:
‘Do you have any money saved?’ Continue reading
