Dear 15-Year-Old Me,
You’re probably on the phone right now talking to one of your friends and hoping mum’s not listening on the other line. One day you’ll have your own mobile phone – and nothing like the Nokia 3310 that doesn’t even fit in your pocket!
When school opens in a few weeks time, you’ll be back out in the country with all your friends and classmates. You’re dreading it a little. In fact, every time you get to that first “Chengelo” sign, you get that sinking feeling in your stomach. Continue reading
Usually I’m not a breakfast person but I had decided to get up for breakfast that day. I was at a hotel in Cheltenham and was staying there a few days for work. I walked into the restaurant about 7.30am and as expected, it wasn’t busy. I decided I would sit by the window although it seemed like most people in the room had the same thought before me. All the window seats were taken; all except one which was a small table set up for four. Continue reading
What do you want to be when you grow up?
I was probably five or six years old when I first became aware of this question. For a long time, I responded with “I want to be a lawyer” not because I knew anything about the law or was even remotely interested in it. It was more the fact that this response seemed to attract the right amount of approval so I quickly settled on ‘lawyer’ as what I was going to be! Continue reading