My particular wish involves a long story to explain it. When I first moved to Plymouth 2 1/2 years ago I had to leave behind, with my parents, my beloved labrador, Millie. After I had been in Plymouth for a few days I phoned home to touch base & asked my Mum how my dog was. She said "your dog is sitting by the front door at 5.30 every evening with her head cocked to one side, waiting for you to come home."

I nearly jumped straight in my car and drove home. Going to bed that night and going to work the next day was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. So my wish is that one day, before I die, I can live in circumstances that allow me to have a dog. It won't be soon, and it won't be Millie, who is now 11, but one day....

Incidentally after a few weeks she forgot all about me, but she still goes gratifyingly beserk when I go home, making pathetic wimpering noises when she sees me, which are quite out of character.