One of the first stories I wrote as a child was about a woman who busted every pair of shoes she tried in the store because her feet were so big, only to find out someone (I’m not exactly sure who would mastermind such a prank) had painted the shoes to look like they were full of holes. . . horrors!  Though perhaps not my most remarkable work (I was only five : ) I think my reasons for writing emerged at an early age:  always trying to make sense of the world around me and as necessary adding a generous dash of humour. (My feet are on the rather large size but hey I’m also tall so big feet are needed to keep me standing!).