I should be writing, but instead I’m sitting here, idly thinking ‘What do I want to be when I grow up?

Air Hostess? – Nah! I’ve flown enough to know that it’s not glamorous, not exciting, and you have to deal with some really … challenging … people. Ok, so you get to travel, but how much do you actually see?

Holiday Rep? – I’ve chatted with reps while on holiday. I chat with everyone; my friends say I’m a tart, but I’m only being sociable … mostly. I can’t deny that the thought of being paid to live in, say, Gran Canaria is very appealing. But suppose I got Argentina instead?

Musician? – Now you know I love music, and I love performing. But … doing it for a living? Every day? Hmmmmm……

Anyway, who says I have any plans to grow up? I like my life as it is now, mostly. And if, one day, people should happen to discover my books and make me a famous international author, well, that would make me very happy.

So I guess I’ll just keep doing what I do, being who I am, pushing at doors, asking questions, meeting lovely people. Isn’t that what life is all about?