So, I am editing a book about Geneva at the moment. What a fascinating place with fascinating people. Just the cultures being different, and what makes people tick is amazing.

What brings back a fond memory from your past, one that maybe helped you get through a tough time in your life?

One of my fondest memories was visiting my grandmother, who was so poor, our toys at her house consisted of playing in the kitchen sink and sipping tea with toast and jam with my great grandmother. The love that was shared just being a part of each other's lives created a bond that lasted forever.

Do you remember when?