One of those precocious children who used to read by torch light under the bed covers, I was fifteen when I read “Gone With The Wind”. I had a physical heart ache for six months after finishing reading it. Shakes Head. No wonder I love happy ever after endings.
Mother to a tribe of males and one damsel who will never be in distress, I married my hero many years ago. I have worn many hats in my lifetime; primary teacher, photographer, retailer, and book keeper. I am still videoing footy matches and taxiing daughter to the shopping centre. There is always a book in the handbag while the surfer makes up his mind whether the surf is good enough today, for when the last good byes are made to the girlfriend and/or for when he races back inside to look for his mouth guard.
And now I have the dream job of reviewing Avon for twelve months. Tough job but, you know, someone has to do it.