I didn't want to be a ballerina when I was a girl.
I'm still a girl (stroke woman - ?) and I still don't want to be a ballerina.
But sometimes I wish I had wanted to be one.
However, when I was a younger girl, I could still fully appreciate the distinct resemblance the flowers at our back door step had to ballerinas.
This is a painting I have in an exhibition at the Nexus Gallery in my home town. They are Fuchsias and named after Leonhart Fuchs. I had spelled it Fuschia and luckily our wonderful gallery coordinator was on the ball and corrected my mistake for the label.
If Emma has to tell us how to say it then I might not be the only one who writes it incorrectly.
I wouldn't want to be a Mr Leonhart Fuchs at school in this day and age.