On Christmas morning I pulled out colouring pencils from my pillowcase at the bottom of the bed. The sort with a different colour at each end. I was fascinated by how the two colours played together, raspberry against lime, turquoise next to lilac. Then there was the proud moment a teacher held my picture of a fox up to the class, asking why they couldn't draw like this. The night class teacher who saw potential in my rushed two hour offerings. Many years of saying I would but letting chores distract me. And now the time has come to do it .... "my way" !