When I was young I couldn't make up my mind whether I wanted to be a ballet dancer or a nun when I grew up. Fate played it's hand as at the age of 12 I suddenly developed large bosoms, the fact that I couldn't dance was by the by. In the same year I also met a very bad-tempered nun on a train. Single-handedly this woman shattered all illusions that I had of being tempted to spend the rest of my life in contemplation, doing good works, and fervently praying. Anyway I would have made a terrible nun, I'm far too wicked, I like sex and I'm often badly behaved. Let's just say that it was a blessing in disguise.
With my childhood career dreams in tatters, I've resorted to a myriad of other things instead. I've worked in a flour packing factory, I've run and managed an organic farm, I've worked in a shop, behind a bar(for one night only as I got the sack) in a real estate office, and I've run my own design business and been a sales agent - in between I've given birth to 5 children who are my greatest and proudest achievement and I have a wonderful step-daughter too.
I'm an artist, a wife, a pretty good karaoke singer, and I hope a good friend.
These days I live in Jakarta and spend far too much time with my head in the fridge, or sat in front of a computer, but when I'm not glued to a chair I'm never happier than when I'm travelling with the Irishman. I've decided that when I do eventually grow up I want to be a nomad.