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…
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