Hello. So, this is us.
I read challenging literature in the vain hope that one day it might improve my writing. I love Proust, Virginia Woolf and Dorothy Richardson, contemporary authors like Will Self and Anne Tyler – and my latest obsession is Icelandic noir. When I’m not reading and writing, I report on football via the medium of knitting, because if I don’t who will?
I share my messy home with a husband, two children, a dog and a cat. We live in West Wales which is like heaven but with perpetual rain. My ideal job would be Head Taster in a crisp factory and when I grow up I’d like to be a minimalist, but if it means selling my books you can forget it.
I’m a biscuit-eater, excessive stationery-purchaser, single-mother, average-embalmer, sky-starer, sporadic health-enthusiast, appalling handwriting-owner, compulsive notebook-filler who lives in the north of Scotland.
Most of my day is spent defending, and trying to change attitudes, towards seagulls and pigeons. Because I love them.