Elizabeth Gill has ruled my life since I was a child. I remember being very small and wanting to do real writing and scrawling in notebooks when I couldn't do joined up writing but only printing. I remember the essays I did at school and the devastating time when I got more marks than anybody else but the teacher preferred somebody else's work. Ah, the dawning of the competitive person.
I have pandered to Elizabeth Gill's moods, needs and ambitions all my life and sometimes I just wish she would take herself off so that I can enjoy being me. This time I succeeded. I didn't write a single word until I was on the aeroplane coming home and the holiday was over.