If You Don't Go To A Dance

An English Journalist Called Michael Viney Told Me When I Was 25, That I Would Write Well If I Cared A Lot What I Was Writing About. That Worked. I Went Home That Day And Wrote About Parents Not Understanding Their Children As Well As We Teachers Did, And It Was Published The Very Next Week.

When I Was Younger, I Avoided Exercise Or Anything Strenuous. I Didn't Even Enjoy Walking. As I Got Older, I Spent So Much Time Marking Books Or Sitting At A Desk Writing That There Was No Room For Exercise - Not That I Would Have Bothered Anyway.

I Once Got A Huge, Expensive Flower Arrangement From A Person I Didn't Like, Who Sent It Out Of Pure Guilt. It Had A Hideous Bird-of-paradise In The Middle, And I Thought It Would Never Fade And Die. I Hated It.

Happiness Is In Our Own Hearts. I Have No Regrets Of Anything In The Past. I'm Totally Cheerful And Happy, And I Think That A Lot Of Your Attitude Is Not In The Circumstances You Find Yourself In, But In The Circumstances You Make For Yourself.

I Didn't Get Excited By Weight Loss, And Since I Was Already Happy Being Fat, I Couldn't See The Point Of It All. I'm 6 Ft. And Weigh About 18 St. Or 19 St., But Weighing Myself Is Not Something I Do With Much Pleasure.