where it all begantwo wild brothers, a stray cat and a mother who loved stories
I grew up with two wild brothers, a stray cat and a mother who loved stories. My childhood in our creaky wooden house, with a draft under the door and mice sometimes in the walls was chaotic and happy.
My mum was a great story teller, for her life was a story. Every morning we would wake and join Mum in the warm kitchen, where we would sit in the half morning light drinking coffee and she would tell us stories. "You'll never believe who I met on my way to buy milk. . ." So that's where it began.