As an adult, I had to accept that I was not a natural distance runner. Anything more than about 400 metres had me gasping and wheezing like a broken accordion.
I suppress stress to the point where it will force its way through my skin in the form of a large angry pimple because that's the only channel it has.
I write about messy relationships - between friends, rivals, married couples, siblings. I'm not really interested in boy/girl romances.
I tend to make snap judgements about people.
In the winter, my failsafe dinner party menu has to be my roast chicken or a creamy fish pie with mashed potatoes on top, followed by something like a tarte tatin. My cooking style is quite homely.
I remember watching a 'Big Brother' contestant saying that she wanted to be a footballer's wife. I thought, 'What is the world coming to?'
