If you were a spy ......

I've been wondering, and I'm not entirely sure why but I've learnt never to question these things - if I was a spy what kind of spy would I be.

I feel I could be French, not that I speak the lingo mind you, but as I can trace my family back to 1480 something I reckon I could pass muster. My name could be something mysterious and exciting....Coco, Isabella, Eve (pronounced Ev - again not sure why?!)

I would definately wear a beige macintosh with perhaps a jaunty red beret to match my red lipstick for which I am renowned throughout the world.

With muttered passwords of "the pigeon flies East to Birmingham" and meetings on station platforms, me holding a 2007 diary and a red carnation - the messenger/messagee carrying a financial times and a snickers, the steam from the trains engines clouding round our ankles...a lot like the movies of days gone by (and yes I am aware that those kind of trains don't really operate anymore but go with me on this).

I'm not sure what kind of messages I would be passing, nor whom I would be passing them to, but I feel they would be very important and could bring about world peace, an end to all human suffering, or merely learning what the next big thing for kids at christmas is going to be!

I've obviously been thinking about this quite a lot, anything really to get out of doing hubbies vat return, but it does beg the question if we could walk a day in someone elses shoes, who's shoes would you choose. Would you choose to be daring, exciting, talented, beautiful, arty or caring. I think I'd like to be all of these things and more.

Right where did I put that invisible ink? Ah here it ............