In the early 1990’s I decided to start my own business as a bookkeeper. I had two young children and liked the idea of being my own boss. The local council was offering start up schemes and there was no shortage of ex miners looking for a new future and felt the same. One day I found myself addressing a hall full of stern faced men, arms crossed, expressions set, trying to convince them the merits of good bookkeeping and that I was the woman for the job. Then, suddenly, without a by your leave one of them pointed a finger at me and spoke loudly enough to shake the rafters and my nerves.“What makes you think that you can come here and tell us what to do?”