One day, if I ever suddenly get speak with an accent, I would take on an English one. Not only do you sound sophisticated and ten times smarter, you also sound like you've stepped right out of a period drama. And I want to wear a pretty dress and drink tea all day. Oh, and sleep in a four poster bed.

Alas. I must be content with paying my rent and vehicle registration. It sounds so unromantic in comparison. In fact, work has made me contemplate hosting a parasite in my womb. And as my friends should know, I did have plans to make myself a spinster aunt who is married to her work. And now I would like to give birth. This is an odd change of mind.