What would you call your autobiography?

I called mine, which I wrote for my daughter, "This Is Me".
And I signed it with my full maiden name, first married surname and then current (final!!) married surname. Long-winded but all a part of "me".

Mine is called 'Meeting Ourselves Coming Back'

That made me laugh out loud harrigran
How rude! Gosh I can’t imagine anyone posting such an awful thing.
Thank god for gentler GN!

"If they could see me now"

How's your weight dear? And other stories. Work in progress

"Thank God I was Born with a Sense of Humour"

Didn't turn out so bad after all.

As I child who was very naughty, and a wayward teen, I was constantly being told I would end up in trouble as an adult or 'you'll come a cropper'.

It makes me laugh now.

I should/could have done better.

I got here just in time.

Seemed like a good idea at the time

Mine would be called ( In my shoes ) , because they say you shouldn't judge someone until you have spent a day in there shoes .

How on earth did I get through that?

My life through a Purple haze ?

Living the Dream - the nightmare of setting up a lake in France.

Lots of our clients say 'You are living the dream. We'd all love to do this'. They don't see the difficulties in language, bureaucracy, what's available in the shops, how to keep all of our 'off grid' services working despite the weather conditions etc. They just see the beauty of the lake and the fish, the relaxed atmosphere that we create and how enjoyable their HOLIDAY is. If I could turn back time I would not do it again.

Self checkout tills

Sorry wrong thread. I would definitely not call my autobiography Self Checkout Tills

“I knit it my way!”

Life in the Farce Lane

Mine would be ''Now why didn't I think of that?' .
Emphasis on the I

'Why didn't I say no?'

‘Could do better!’

One winter, more than thirty years ago, I was on a very exposed hillside on the east coast of Scotland overlooking Cairnryan and ahead of me on the path was a single barren hawthorn tree. It had been battered by the elements and was spindly and misshapen. It looked as though it was a miracle it had survived at all and I was very moved by the tenacity of nature. When I returned in May the same tree was gloriously full of blossom and again I pondered that not only had the tree survived, but it had become just as fruitful as other trees. I was at a crossroads in my life at the time - I had just become engaged to The Wonderful Man and the tree became a symbol of my new start; although my early experiences had shaped me I would be like the tree and survive and blossom.

So, to answer the question, volume one would be called 'A Hawthorn in December', detailing my early life and volume two, 'A Hawthorn in May'.

"Moody with a touch of Psycho"

The Idiots Guide of How Not To Do Things ?

“A pilly and some groops, please!”
(I couldn’t pronounce pillow or grapes as a toddler)!