Loading up my tools, I clambered into my van and drove to my fifth client of the day.
I was an electrician – a job that I had dreamed of doing since age six.
While my friends wanted to become ballerinas or actors, my dream job was a slightly less conventional one.
And it was all thanks to my grandad, Gerry.
‘Here love, come and help your old Grandad out with this light bulb,’ he’d say to me, visiting on a weekend.
I’d watch in awe as he set to work, unscrewing and rewiring things around the house.