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  • When I was a child, I wanted to be the heroine of the story.

    Unfortunately, I was typecast as the witch. Literally. When we did Snow White as our school play (I was eight) I was desperate to be Snow White, but that honour went to my best friend Shirley Thompson. (I would love to find Shirley Thompson again. She and her family moved to Canada the following year. Her father was in the Air Force.)

    I was the Wicked Witch, and during the performance I laced up Shirley T with such jealous enthusiasm that she did indeed nearly expire.

    Of course, it is actually the better part, but I didn't realise that at the time.

    Small children have always pointed me out to each other as a witch. Nudging each other nervously. Look. There's a witch. I scowl at them, confirming their first impressions.

    When I was first married my husband called me Snow White. That was my big moment, but it didn't last. I tried hard to be her, but it wasn't many years before my essential witchiness reasserted itself.

    Now, hoorah, I've reached an age when I can embrace my inner witch. Pass me my broomstick, I have places to go...
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