What I wanted to be when I grew up, and how that's going.

It involves less international travel but more fun and love than you expected.

I started writing a diary when I was 6 years old.

At the time I was living with my grandmother in Scotland. Brenda would bring back pink sheets of paper from the photocopier machine at work for me (she was an art teacher at a secondary school). I would punch two holes in each sheet, place them in a tatty cardboard ring binder, and sit myself in the attic…