I can't deny that I've had a great time working for the BBC World Service. I've seen a full moon sweeping over the ocean, from a cable car heading up to the top of Table Mountain at 2am. The car, a one off, put on especially for us so that we could start our 16 hour, 70th anniversary of the BBC World Service transmission at 4am. The sky was like black velvet with diamonds stitched in, in patterns that were unfamiliar to an eye more used to the night sky from my home just outside London.

I spent time flying around Cyprus in a helicopter taking readings from tramsmitter masts at a height of 8000 ft and more, with the door wide open.

I've been to the birth place of one of my heroes, Freddie Mercury, in Zanzibar and then visited the home of a man at the other end of my hero spectrum, 10 Downing Street, to record an interview with Mr Blair.

I worked (sort off!) at the Olympics in Athens, where the paint was still wet, and visited the Great Pyramids in Egypt where the stone is well worn.

Now I'll soon be off to Australia for the Commonwealth Games, then to retrace the footsteps of my mum and dad, both no longer alive, and my sister Marion and elder brother Terry. Where was I born? Where did I live? What did my dad do at Woomera and Edinburgh RAAF base? Questions, questions, questions!