I was never a great planner –more roll with the tide and float with the punches. However, looking back at my younger self, I never had the slightest idea that I would spend the last years of my life in a country as far away from where I was born, grew up and spent most of my adult life as it is possible to be. I intended or, at least, hoped to have several children but only produced the one, a wonderful one but nevertheless a solitary child. I wandered into publishing as a career after leaving university and ended up writing non-fiction books on all sorts of subjects from ballet to feng shui and from yoga to fine art, but mostly, good heavens, cookbooks. I vaguely expected to become a grandmother one day, but it was a huge surprise when I did – and then again and again and…
Do I regret any of it? Well, not much. Do I have a clue how it happened? Well not much.
How about your plans?
