So it's decided.

I want four homes when I'm older, please:

I'd like an apartment in Paris. Wow. That'd be really lovely.

And I'd like a traditional English home, somewhere that's family-friendly.

(I'm sorry, I have no picture for this just yet)

I'd also like a house in California. A large house, preferably. Perhaps in Beverly Hills. I am undecided. Although it'd be nice to actually go up there before to soon see my Uncle, thanks.

(again, no picture available)

Then I wish for a holiday home in Portugal.

(the picture I'd taken looks less great than it really does. I wouldn't want it to be criticised unfairly now)

I'm not sure how I'll have the money. I just will. I'll marry Michael Carrick. Yes. That's cool with me.

     As for career? Wow. The 'c' word. Don't ask me, please. All I know is I'd enjoy something along the lines of writing. In a magazine. Not one of those celebrity-obsessed-stalkery magazines. No. Nor Vogue, that's far too high status. Just something sophisticated, please. Like the 'style' magazine in the Sunday Times.

That'd be good.

Please note that I am not obsessed with Emma Watson. No.

This was just the clearest 'style' front cover image. The rest on http://www.google.com/images were pants.