About me

As to why anyone would read this, I really don’t know. You really must get a life. Besides, wouldn’t the mystique dissipate if it were to turn out that I was a 70-year-old spinster woman living in an Aberdeen housing estate? Ok, so I’m not a spinster woman (I’m only clarifying this so twenty-something girls can propose to marry me via the internet after having fallen in love with my intellect). And I don’t live on a housing estate. And I’ve never been to Aberdeen. So there, surely that’ll suffice.