Real Life or imagination? Years ago, when I started on my writing journey, almost every book I read, or lecture I listened to, said: write what you know. Having led a normal and rather sheltered life I couldn’t think of anything exciting to write about. I failed at the first post. I could have written about my pet rabbit, who I spoiled by feeding it milk; bad, bad, bad. It was a while before I noticed he wasn’t eating his carrots, yet he was getting very fat. His nourishment was coming from the milk. Consequently, his teeth grew and eventually locked together. I had to take him to the vet to have them returned to their normal size! Or, I might have been inspired by my experience, as a very young girl, when, with friends, we pinched cabbages from a market garden and fed them to the donkeys in the field opposite – exhausted donkeys who were in need of a rest, having spent the long summer months giving children rides on the beach. Not exactly best seller material. To this day I still wait for the knock on the door from the police. Time passed and I continued to…