I quit my job and went travelling in my early thirties. When I got back I got a tattoo of the Swallow... something or other to do with freedom and flight. In my defence I had just had a massive bike accident and was covering from surgery. I went all round the world and got it in Bristol, where I was born. I also got half my head shaved that day. I went back to Croatia to live with my then boyfriend who told me I was too old for tattoos. I left him soon after. I love my tattoo.