All I Ever Wanted To Do Is

I Was Lucky Enough To Be Fairly Quick At Understanding What Was Taught, But Unlucky Enough Not To Be Really Interested In It, So I Always Got My Exams But Never Had The Scholar's Love Of Learning For Its Own Sake.

Of Course I Wanted Children. Bright, Gorgeous, Loving Children. I Could Almost See Them.

When I Was Younger, I Avoided Exercise Or Anything Strenuous. I Didn't Even Enjoy Walking. As I Got Older, I Spent So Much Time Marking Books Or Sitting At A Desk Writing That There Was No Room For Exercise - Not That I Would Have Bothered Anyway.

We Have To Make Our Own Happiness, And We Have To Make Our Own Decisions And Play The Hand That Is Dealt To Us.

An English Journalist Called Michael Viney Told Me When I Was 25, That I Would Write Well If I Cared A Lot What I Was Writing About. That Worked. I Went Home That Day And Wrote About Parents Not Understanding Their Children As Well As We Teachers Did, And It Was Published The Very Next Week.