When we're very young we believe we can do anything. Hubbie is convinced our son will be a lawyer (as well as being an accomplished musician, naturally) and in as much as we can help this we will. His dreams, however, might be to be an astronaut, or - judging by how he watches Neo - to be a cat when he grows up. I still have a hankering to be a polar bear which is only really tempered when I watch Frozen Planet and see one struggling in arctic tundra without food. Also the weight thing would really mess with my head.
The ambitions I admit to are that I wanted to be a barrister when I was at school, but my parents made it very clear that we didn't have the sort of money or connections that would help me with that. The secret dream I had was to be a blonde as I honestly believed the hype about it being more fun.
My dreams now are far more prosaic:
* Health and happiness for everyone I love.
* That dress that makes me look slim under certain light in a particular mirror.
* A seat on the morning train.
* A parking space when I go to the shops.
* The fishcakes we like in Waitrose that are always sold out.
* Finishing a whole cup of tea while the baby sleeps.
* Getting all those flying bugs off the houseplant in our front room without resorting to insect genocide.
* The ignition actually switching the oven on so I don't have to lean into a gas filled oven with a match lit from the hob.
As a life plan goes it's not being the first Asian newsreader (damn you Lisa Aziz) or writing a fabulously received novel, or creating the next Peppa Pig (watch this space). It is a list I can actually see myself getting to the bottom of without feeling like an utter failure though and that has to be worth something.