Oh, thanks for asking. I’ve been a writer ever since I wrote my first semi-autobiographical story aged 5 (The Girl Who Would Not Go To Bed, absolute banger). I got a Creative Writing degree from UEA (not aged 5, quite a bit later), and then a Masters degree in Creative Writing and Publishing from Kingston. No matter what I’ve done with my life, writing has always rumbled along in the background. I’ve now just tipped over into Level 4*, so you do the Math**. And I’ve just written a novel - hurrah!

*Sometimes known as ‘one’s 40s’.

**s

How kind of you to take an interest.

Six kids try to have a normal, fun weekend in a house in Derbyshire in 1996, but are thwarted by the confusing parameters of growing up, relationship dynamics and arbitrary parental rules (remember those?)

As each child navigates the complexities of what it means to be a kid, the weekend gets stranger until a trip to some caves leads to one of them going missing. Realising that grown-ups don’t always have the answers, the other children take matters into their own hands and try to find their friend.

It’s basically a love letter to a 90s’ childhood, whilst acknowledging that some of it was, you know, utterly baffling.

Oh, you are too kind.

I’m currently sending it off into the Universe and keeping fingers crossed that the Universe wants to publish it.

(If you’re the Universe, please publish my novel thanks bye.)

Finally, a sensible question.

Cheese and pickle. Specifically, the crap mass-produced cheese and pickle from the bar in Blackpool Tower Ballroom in the 90s.