I've always enjoyed writing, the arts and being creative. But despite this, from the age of about two years I was convinced that my vocation, my calling in life was veterinary science. I was going to read Veterinary Medicine at Cambridge University, graduate with a First and become the female equivalent of James Herriot in some sleepy Sussex village. I envisaged myself snaking down country lanes in a Range Rover and spending my days at the business end of calving heifers and sewing up puppies' paw pads.
No, if you are wondering, I'm not a vet, nor did I go to Cambridge and nor do I live in Sussex. I'm a Sport Studies graduate from The University of Southampton with a B in GCSE Biology and a crippling aversion to blood and needles. Was it John Lennon who said 'Life is what happens to you while you're busy making other plans?' Well, I was busy making other veterinary related plans whilst life (and perhaps hereditary traits and genetics) made me appalling at maths, science and... blood related careers. My Year 11 science teacher even remarked that 'Alexandra could always spell scientific words, even if the meanings were less memorable.'
So here I am, hoping that one day, my dream to write for a living will materialise and that is why I have decided to compose this blog. I see it as a soundboard for my musings, occasional rants and comment on world events, people, places, anything which gets my linguistic juices flowing. Hopefully, people other than my mother may even read it!
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