So I’ve enrolled in a ‘how to get started with a blog’ course at UWA….my first day at uni…never went to uni, didn’t have time when I graduated from school. Four years…obviously in hindsight, what’s four years? That ‘give me a child till he is seven…and I’ll show you the man’ has haunted me,all my life! What did I want to do when I was seven??? Then it dawned on me

I always wanted to go to England. Much to my parent’s chagrin, their eldest child wanted to leave the nest so early…one year after school, a year of working with three jobs, saving every penny, minus board…I had my return fare and enough money to live on for a year…Mum’s stipulation. That’s how it started, my life as the girl I was to become…not daughter, sister…but the girl I always wanted to be.

It was the mid 1970’s when I flew to the unknown….Heathrow airport, where everybody who is anybody flew to and from…I was planning on being discovered, so I didn’t travel light .