So big thanks to my mum for furnishing me with more interesting material with which to saturate my sponge-like brain. Enid Blyton, though much denounced (as popular authors often are) filled a disproportionately large section of my bedroom bookshelf - and rightly so.
Though not so much these days.
It is now more likely to be taken up with classics, novels by promising first-time authors bought due to book club pressures, books about pedagogy and teaching, stacks and stacks of children's books, and of course, my fave tomes.
I live in East London and share my life with my partner and two little mini Stow children. And a cat. Meow (that's from her!).
As well as reading, writing about reading, and reading about writing, I spend time, when I can, in the garden. I like to grow stuff.
And I like to watch it grow.
And I like it when I see lots of little beasties appearing (ladybirds, not greenfly where before there were none.
It pleases me.
In a somewhat smug way.
