In your dreams

‘I hate this job,’ said OldSmoothie. ‘Seems a far cry from my childhood dreams of becoming rich and then going into politics and becoming even richer.’

‘Such an idealistic youth you must have been,’ said BusyBody. ‘Though I have to admit that running personal injury claims is hardly the civil liberties campaigner I saw for myself either.’

‘Oh, come on,’ said TheBukser. ‘It’s not that bad. Though granted, I’d take being a novelist or maybe a professional surfer given the choice.’

‘I just wanted to be captain of England football team,’ I admitted with a smile. ‘Though unfortunately there was a bit more competition for that even than barristering.’

‘All I wanted to be when I was a child was a vet,’ said UpTights.

Everyone looked at her with incredulity and her face stretched into a smile as she responded,
‘Though as you can imagine fainting at the sight of blood and the fact that I hate animals proved to be insurmountable obstacles.’

Then OldRuin came forward and said quietly,
‘I know it might sound a little boring, but all I wanted to be was a barrister. Not a loud high-flying one or anything like that. Just a comfortably-off one with a practice which could keep my family and bring a few good friends along the way.’

Which was enough to silence any more of the whingeing.

April 28, 2015 · Tim Kevan · Comments Closed
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