“I don’t want to be a nuisance,” my mother says. And for the umpteenth time I feel the upset in me spike.

“Be a nuisance, be a nuisance!” I want to scream to my generous-to-a-fault mother, who doesn’t want to be a nuisance to another.

Be a nuisance and in “being one” learn that asking for what you want, isn’t being a nuisance. It’s asking for what you want.

Why do so many of us find it hard – to ask for what we want?