Yes, plenty of regrets, but nothing too major.
Except that while I know an awful little about an awful lot, I am not expert at anything. I could not be interviewed on the radio about any area of expertise.
It is rather good that via the internet, I know an awful lot of experts in various areas. I have forgotten her name, the English woman who was a guest in Australia's coverage of the royal wedding. She knew her Royals back to front, going way back in history.
Even among our friends, our Brother Friends know menswear back to front. Our Hairdresser Friend knows hair cutting and all things associated well. Brighton Antique Dealer knows antiques so well, and recently made a thousands of dollar killing with something she bought cheaply at auction. She gave $500 to each of her children and had plenty left over.
My school teacher Sister knows how to get the best out of 16 year lads.
Ex Sis in Law knows how to bring her children up with love.
R knows how to be a caring and loving person, and he instinctively knows how to cook.
I was once pretty well versed in the Vietnam War, but now, I have forgotten the detail.
I was also once pretty well versed on Sydney's old tram system, but again, I have now forgotten the detail.
I am pretty expert at my job that I have done for 39 years, yet a younger workmate knows way much more about my work now than I do. I feel like an old dinosaur at work now. I am an old dinosaur at work now and treated as thus.
I really wish that I am an expert at something, but alas, I am not. Perhaps I am good at surrounding myself with clever and diverse people who write well and take good photos? Yeah, maybe that is true.
I suppose you have to have a strong interest in something and never let it go.