A huge thank you to Anna
Thank you, Anna, for the invitation to bore your blog readers. I’ll do my very best to answer your questions.
I try not to panic when asked to say something about myself. Where do I begin and who will believe me? And do you really want to know?
My first memory was running away from home at the age of 3 because my widowed mother mentally abused me, but only because she had a personality disorder. This set me up to marry a wildly, exciting, charismatic charmer who was also a bit of a psychopath.
A few years on and I was left in the African bush 25 kilometres outside Nairobi with a 9-week-old baby, little money, no food, electricity or transport. But, I had a guard/gardener and a maid and a leopard visiting each night, so all was not lost.
How about the time I was broadcasting live with…
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