or perhaps Am I normal?
I was recently Irene Adler walking seductively through London, being all mysterious and red-of-nail. Last night as I poured my chardonnay I was Bridget Jones. I'm often the posh lady who very nearly gets the better of Poirot, but doesn't quite and has a "damn you" moment. In my youth I was rather obsessed with Quantum Leap - I regularly leapt into my own body to somehow save a life / a business / the world.
Externally, I'm just an accountant with a happy homelife. Internally, I'm anything I bloody like.
Normal? Come on, I can take it. I've been a Russian spy with homicidal tendancies. In Asda.