What would you call your autobiography?

Not waving but drowning.

'If only......'

Why?

DH says he intends to have this engraved on my gravestone as I am always saying it. So just as good as title for an autobiography

Wrong Place, Wrong Time!

Up To My Knees in It: Memoirs of a Fly Fishing Gran.

It annoys my DH when I say “In my next life...” admittedly I do tend to say it quite a bit whenever I think of something I would love to do, or somewhere I would love to visit .

Could have been memoirs of a cattle farmer too Greyduster

gilly?.

Is That It?

The car crash that was my life

Rebel with a Cause
Subtitled
What Next?

Coffee?

Still swimming.

Dress Rehearsal done and dusted

Not the Alarm Already?

Getting up in the dark to drive 30 miles to tube then hour into work......
Years of getting up to 'do the papers' at 5.15 am....
Then early breakfasts in the B&B....

Now, love being in jammies until 10 ish….. already writing it actually!!

from Riches to Rags - began in a middle class family, beautiful home in the countryside, lovely parents, brother went to public school, and now in rented barn which is falling apart, and will have to leave soon due to landlord dying, but I am happy with my painting and crafting and family but zilch moneywise!

"Oh, good grief....!" (A favourite expression)

"I'm still standing". (I hope Elton John doesn't mind me stealing his song title).
I'm so pleased to still be here after a bad start in life.

I have just been called ' a cocky old hag ' on FB. Thank you to the whipper snapper snowflake that called me, you have just named my book.

If only?

(As in if only I knew then what I know now).

Hatched from a egg from outer space.
My family have never ever shown any curiostowards my tropical upbringing and origins...

A Bikini in Barcelona

I am writing mine but won't reveal the title yet!

I have already mostly written mine, except for the last chapter it’s called ‘Latch key kid’. Parents were both out working, brother off up to no good. I spent a lot of time home alone.

I grew up in London but had much the same childhood experiences as BRADFORD LASS, although we used to play in the bomb sites.

I'd call mine "she did her best". My mum always said it didn't matter if I failed at something as long as I knew I had done my best