Pennies From Heaven...

Pennies, pennies, pennies....

...those flat little impressions of silver and copper keep me fed, watered, clothed, dry and warm...

...instead of living my life as I dream, as an artist, or a photographer, as a painter of canvas or glass, or even a journalistic writer or with the greasepaint-covered face of an actress or singer, as the musty smell of the stage curtain swishes down in front of me........

...when the reality is that I get up out of bed routinely every morning, shower and dry my hair, iron my shirt and smart trousers and never ever forgetting to put my mascara on - to go to my job as a PA in a global engineering firm...

ALL cos I gotta EAT!!!

I was always a dreamer as a child - I wanted to do so many things - I wanted to do anything - and everything.... and my Dad once said to me when I was a young child, that I was good at so many things and had so many talents - that I was in danger of not doing anything at all...

And so here I am - a jack-of-all-trades-and-master-of-none...

HOW RIGHT HE WAS...!!!