This is a TRUE account of an event in MY life – at the age of 17.

BFF can confirm it but y’all’ll NEVER get the chance to ask her. Or me.

I was walking down a famous London street, killing time, window shopping when a man approached me. He introduced himself and gave me his card. He wasn’t pushy or arrogant or threatening. He just said – “I’m a photographer and artist. Please ring me.”

I rang BFF first when I’d returned back to my place of work.

“OMG. You’ll never believe what happened to me today! I was stopped in Oxford Street and…….”

“He was a photographer?”

“How the bleep did you know?”

A day later I talked to the woman I worked for and explained everything. Showed her his card. Her reply was –

“We’ve booked you on a flight to Marbella. You work for ME. I pay you to look after MY children. Not for you to go off and do your own thing!”

I rang the man on the card and explained. He was lovely. And polite.

What might’ve happened if I’d taken THAT path?