I need to do a myriad of occupations. I want to be a tram driver, a ballerina, a teacher, a pilot, a hairdresser, a beautician, a charity worker, a social worker, a psychologist, a farmer, a comedienne, a zoo keeper, a vet, a writer, a journalist, a photographer, a film critic, an archaeologist, a food critic, a theatre critic, a playwrite, a theatre director, a film director, a talk show host, a radio show host, a singer, an astronaught, a princess, a marine-biologist, a jeweller, a pastry chef, a freedom fighter, a chocolatier, a shopkeeper, a coursetier, a perfumiere, a spy, a dog-groomer and the list gets longer every single day. My mother sometimes refers to me as her 'chameleon' and it took me a few years to work out why. I want to be these people, have these jobs and experience these amazing lives. I love to immerse myself in the fantasy. So much so that sometimes it's difficult to accept an ordinary world. If my ordinary is really what others think is ordin
