Yesterday I was 8 years old, building camps, writing books on newts and certain that I’d grow up to be David Attenborough. Today I still feel about eight, but people have started to call me Madam in the Supermarket. ‘Stop putting your life on ice Madam!’...
Sunday, 7 August 2011
Thursday March 3rd – I made it!
Elation! Elation! Elation! That’s the big fluffy buzz keeping me warm this evening.
It’s so intoxicating and deliciously sweet that a mad voice in my head hisses ‘You should do more hideous journeys if this is the trade off, baby!’