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I fell in love for the first time when I was ninety-three years old. Ridiculous as it may sound, it’s true. I met the woman I fell in love with, Molly, in hospital, in the cardiac critical care ward, where we were both being held after undergoing heart attacks, which we’d successfully, putatively recovered from.
Like thousands of others, I write novels and ‘self-pub’ them on kindle and try to sell them. A long while ago I also started a couple of my own blogs of short stories, initially hoping they’d act as a way of publicising my novels. Needless to say like so many things in life it didn’t…