I moved to North Yorkshire in 1989 and five years later my
marriage fell apart. Actually it had been falling apart even before the move
northwards. You will see why when you read the book.
Friends do their best to include you, but gradually the odd number at a dinner
table results in fewer invitations. I was lonely looking for part-time work to
fit in with school time tables. The job I took was low-paid and included menial
office work. A lot of filing of paperwork and something I hadn’t done since the
summer term of my last year at school.
Write a novel? Why not? Perhaps it could lead somewhere? Here I am many years
later with Austin Macauley.
I hope you enjoy reading my story. And yes, Walking on Eggshells is
very much a fictional memoir.
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