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There was a time when I couldn’t read a book, never mind write one. But, once I had learned to read and write, I used my basic writing technique to exorcise my demons. I read voraciously, anything and everything I could get my hands on, and tried to emulate the great writers by scribbling down notes, mostly in the middle of the night after a bad dream: a special blend of my own ramblings and philosophy that would hopefully stick around for many years to come, long after I’m dead.

To write this book, I purchased a laptop computer that helped with the spellcheck and grammar, although half the time it didn’t know what I was trying to say, never mind spell it for me. I would wake up from a particularly bad nightmare and would then batter away for hours on the keyboard until daylight came. You, dear reader, will share those nightmares with me during the course of this book.

I wanted to write this book for my children and grandchildren, no one else. I want them to understand why I have sometimes made mistakes and bad decisions along the way. I want them to realise that anyone can rise like a phoenix from the ashes. Often it isn’t easy, in fact it’s bloody difficult, and, every now and then, you need a little luck and an odd break here and there. I want this book to capture hopes and dreams, and show anyone who reads it that humour can rise to the surface, no matter what the circumstances. I am no one special, just an ordinary person who once had a break that changed my life, and laughing through the tears helped me cope.

So join me on my journey of sadness and joy, and of triumph and pain, and accompany me through the alleyways of my life, during which I somehow changed from Christine Murray into Crissy Rock.