My own little tooth fairy

Claira Jo

It was March 2008 and everything had been going relatively well, career wise. I had new found hope for my writing, I'd not long taken on the position of Regional Advisor for SCBWI Scotland and I'd soon be heading off to the Bologna conference. Putting aside the daily strife of motherhood, writing, teaching my son at home and running a household, only two things had me concerned at this point.

The first was that I didn't have anyone to look after my new baby budgie whilst I was away, and the second was that my new pair of 'must-have' boots typically held my feet to ransom while simultaneously murdering them on a daily basis. Still, needs must and I went ahead with my life, torturing my bloodstained feet and a pre-arranged meeting. ... (continues)