So who am I? I am Mum to Finley who is almost sixteen and step-Mum to Stevie who is thirteen, partner to Ste, former interior designer, lover of sherbet dip-dabs, Agatha Raisin fan, possessor of an oversized bottom and homemaking obsessive.
I am 47, have never been married, have two broken engagements to my name, (including a near miss with a very bad man indeed), never quite managed to get the hang of money, sold my beautiful little cottage in a fit of madness shortly after watching my lovely Mum die so very unexpectedly at the age of sixty-four, and now cannot quite fathom how we will ever make it back on to the property ladder!
I like books and cheese and new cushions. lavender, cucumber and September (oh how I love you September!). New magazines, black and white films, vintage paintings of women I have never met, car boot sales and staying at home when I am supposed to be attending this, that or the sociable other. I am in fact deeply unsociable, permanently exhausted thanks to the misery of Hashimoto’s and prone to singing at the top of my voice when you least expect it…
An ordinary woman living a muddly life I have carved from extra-ordinary dreams. With hair, rather outrageously growing out of my chin, a penchant for jaunts around the library and a head full of polka-dotty candy-floss.