U-Turns are illegal. Or are they?

Depending on the sort of U-Turn you are committing... I'm not talking about a U-turn between junction 17 and 18 on the M25. That's a quick way to kill yourself and probably 2/3rds of the commuter population.
No, I'm talking about other sorts of U-turns. Like, when you change your mind about something. I think politicians maybe do it quite a lot. I think maybe some animals do U-turns quite a lot, like slugs: today I'm a man-slug. and tomorrow I will be a woman-slug. and have slug-babies. and then maybe i'll be a man-slug again. Politicians, slugs... you know. they're all at it. And so too are errant daughters, and sons-in-laws.
A week last Thursday we experienced the biggest U-turn of our married life (no no, don't be Melodramatic! Nothing silly like realising we're both gay and feeling the need to go explore our true sexuality in Brazil - nothing so exciting as that, don't worry!).
No, a week last Thursday the buyers of our beautiful, much cherished, loved, polished, nurtured N8 house, withdrew their offer. Now that was a catch-the-breath-moment, I can tell you.
Initial reaction: fuckers? what? why? This was at 10.30am - Husband was in his busy technologically flamboyant Soho office; I was in my technologically challenged but very flagrant Garden Centre, so we both continued with our duties in the work-place. Meanwhile, our subconscious heads were whirring like a propellor on a spitfire going full throttle. What were we going to do? My parents are expecting us to be in Hampshire in less than 3 months - paying them rent - and its almost impossible to put a house on the market (even one as desirable as ours!), catch a buyer and clinch the deal in under 6months! Shit a brick as mum would say.
so, that night, after I got home from my ballet class (I haven't told you about that yet - oh, SO good - but for another bloggette, later), I sat down, buttocks wobbling from the plies I'd just been bending and stretching in and out of (ouuuwww), with Husband, and we had probably the Most Mature Conversation of our lives. Ever.
And in this conversation we outlined what we could do, our options, sell or rent or... dot dot dot. This 'dot dot dot' became a big 'dot dot dot' and we realised that our buyers pulling out was our last opportunity to speak-now-or-forever-hold-our-peace-and-move-to-the-country (i.e. put the house back on the market and crack on...).
And so, we started on the black-hole of the dot-dot-dot. I think I went first, and saying something a bit whispery like "I think my biggest regret for moving away from London would be that I couldn't do..." (fulfill my dream training and actually chase a small ambition i've been working at of late...). And then I said to Husband, what's your biggest anxiety about moving? To which the response was "I'm dreading it", at which point I think our fate was sealed.
How could we move away if Husband was dreading it (there is a specific aspect of the move which the 'dread' encompasses - not the whole thing, I think...) and if I were to be full of regrets?
Recipe for disaster.
And at that point in the conversation we both looked at each other and there was a dramatic Pinter Pause where our brains both went CLICK at the same time, as we realised that maybe the country dream would have to be postponed for a while, whilst we worked out our life courses just a little more.
Talk about a U-turn! I could make a bloody brilliant slug I reckon (I have the right skin tone for it too.. a bit bumpy, prone to slimy-episodes [especially after a night out] a bit slow off the mark... etc.).
So after sleeping on it - we Maturely decided to sleep on it, so no rash or rushed decision was made only to be unmade 12hours later... - we (actually, I) had to break the news to my parents (awful awful, horrid, hard conversation) and gradually, over the last week, we have been undoing the doing of the last 6months. Which is an awful awful horrid hard thing on one hand, but on the other hand, I am experiencing a massive wave of relief, as I realise how dangerous a situation we could have been in had we gone through with the move.
So. Slug on. We have u-turned indeed. Mammoth.
And I've applied to do some more training (although not guaranteed a place - fingers crossed huh) and Husband can now spend the £4k we've saved on not commuting - on, oh, how about ME! Hurrah all round!