Just as with a finished production in a theatre so much goes on behind the scenes, so it is for writing a book. The world is a rich delicious pot of discovery to acquire ideas! You just have to dip in and see what’s there! Once the ideas form in my head and I know
He wasn’t always the main man – dear old Mincemeat, Great-Grandma’s human-sized utterly devoted ginger cat. He started out as her side-kick in 2013, remaining so for almost seven years. But nothing stays the same as they say. In 2019 I lost my mum, and I had a dreadful year. At the end of that
Great-Grandma returned from the village to find conkers by her front door. There were conkers going up the stairs and conkers in the sitting room. In the kitchen, there were conkers on top of the cupboards. “What are all these conkers doing around the cottage, Mincemeat? I thought they were for your cake.” Mincemeat was