Waiting, waiting …


I’m waiting for the phone to ring. My stomach’s churning, my finger nails bitten to the quick and still it’s silent. Taunting me! Then the shrill tone cut through the air and even though I’m expecting the call I jump like a startled rabbit and my stomach plunges to the floor!

It’s my first interview!

The happy, English voice of a lady echoes down the phone and introduces herself, then fires questions at me. I stumble and stutter my way through, breathe a sigh of relief once the questions stop coming and thank God that it’s a magazine interview not radio and no one will hear my ‘Um’ or ‘ah’s’ that drive my mother to distraction!

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