I Am Not A Victim. I Am

All Writers Are Thieves; Theft Is A Necessary Tool Of The Trade.

I Met My Second Husband On A Bus. We Looked At Each Other And That Was It. We Were Both Married To Other People At The Time And Behaved Badly, But We Didn't Seem To Have Any Choice. We Were Very Happy For Nearly 50 Years And Would Still Be Together If It Wasn't For The Bloody Railways.

I Was Cleaning Out The Pigsty At A Farm In Wales, Where My Mother Had Rented A Room, When The Results Of My Final School Exam Were Handed To Me By The Postman, Along With The News That I Had A State Scholarship To Oxford. I Had Waited For This Letter For So Many Weeks That I Had Abandoned Hope, Deciding That I Had Failed Ignominiously.

There Are Many Times When I Think I Would Have Rather Died With My Husband. It Would Have Been Pleasanter, Simpler. But It Would Have Been Worse For The Children And The Family In General.

I Like Writing For Children. It Seems To Me That Most People Underestimate Their Understanding And The Strength Of Their Feelings And In My Books For Them I Try To Put This Right.