A 30-something writer who is trying to get into writing stories, in the vain hope I'll reseacrh a full novel eventually.
I love to read and write, I'm passionate about history and could spend all day researching my family tree.
My Dad dying changed my Mum
My childhood was a seemingly happy one, I was the youngest of four girls and although there is a big age gap between me and my eldest sister; we still had a lot of fun that I can vividly remember. However, there are more sad memories than happy ones. It is no secret to friends and family that my parents were mildly neglectful; my dad loved a drink after work and he wanted my mum with him, regardless of the fact that there were four children at home that needed looking after. I remember my parents being at home a lot more at night when I was young but as soon as the sister above me was old enough, we were left on our own for hours on end. This was an age before mobiles and where we had to have a list of phone numbers