Many years ago when I was knee high to a grass hopper, my grandparents often talked about moving from their semidetached council house on the dreary outskirts of London and buying a post office in rural Dorset. It was their life-long dream, and reflected the modest ambitions of the age. They even got as far as driving down and viewing a village post office just outside of Dorchester somewhere. The talking and planning went on for years while I was growing up until a time when they became too old and the opportunity of changing their lives and making their dreams come true passed them by. I often wonder what stopped them, why they never made it happen, and how many of us live with this same gnawing feeling, that one day, we will make our dreams come true. So what is it that’s really stopping us?