I spent much of today editing my entry as an author (and artist) on Amazon.com – that isn’t to suggest that I have altered it dramatically – but more that, in updating it, I noticed how much that was put up in the past has gradually drifted away. There is a theory that, whatever you put up on the internet… Read More

I couldn’t help reflecting on other long road trips. Most went smoothly but one in particular was unforgettable. In 1963, while living in Singapore, my husband decided that we should have a week in Penang. If memory serves me right it was 132 miles away and he drove with only a couple of short breaks in eleven-and-three-quarter-hours, mostly through secondary… Read More

I have never understood why autobiographies start at the beginning. Unless you know me, the terribly amusing anecdotes of my life as a tiny tot are unlikely to enthrall. When you get to know me as I am now, you may then be interested in discovering the process that went into making those eighty-four years stimulating enough for me to still be… Read More