I have always been an avid reader from being a young child and enjoyed all sorts of books, mainly probably the ‘fairy’ stories. I cannot think of a time I ever believed for instance, if I pricked my finger on a needle that I would fall asleep until a handsome prince came along and kissed me. Each story was read and taken for what it was, make believe. Yes, I dreamt of being a princess, yes I dreamt of finding that magical magic tree with the door you could go into, to a wonderful world, but did I really believe it all? NO, NO, NO. The same as I did not believe there was a scary cat called Tom and a teensy weensy mouse called Jerry. It was all imagination. What is wrong with folk today that everything has to be so black and white and so politically correct. Arghhhhh, it drives me mad!!