What good gift did your Fairy Godmother actually give you?
Adventurousness. When my new husband was offered a job in Germany, four months after we’d bought our first house and shortly before I was due for a promotion to editor, I said, “Why not? How bad could it be?” and so we left – with two suitcases, four boxes of books and some golf-clubs. He never used the golf clubs, we sold the house eventually, and since then we have lived in three different countries.
What good gift do you wish she’d given you instead?
Foresight. If we’d acknowledged we were leaving South Africa instead of just heading off on an awfully big adventure, we could have had the company ship all our stuff for us. Instead, we thought “We’ll just go for two years and then come back” and five years later crippled ourselves shipping our things to England, where we were then living.
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What bad gift did the Wicked Fairy give you?
A tendency to be too diplomatic.
What bad gift do you wish she had given you instead?
Being brutally frank.
But then I would possibly have fewer friends. Mind-burps do not the social fabric lubricate. So I write them instead.
If you had one magical gift, what would it be?
I’d like bedlinen that changed itself on a daily basis. Nothing nicer than sinking into a bed with freshly changed sheets at the end of a long hard day of diplomatic adventurousness.
That was entertaining! I’m not going to tag, but please play if you want to, and if you do, please credit Aphra.