One day

One day I will live in a little sea front cottage.



I will have one of those kitchens that is brimming wth stuff but all of its essential, like paintings done by my children before they were capable of painting. My cupboards will be filled with wholesome yet scrummy foods.

Tea time will be 6pm.

I won't be able to walk to the shops (butchers, bakers of course, no Tescos in this dream) without meeting at least 3 people to stop and chat to.

I will wear big chunky African bead necklaces.

And I will reminisce about my wild days in London