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I was raised on the south side of Glasgow, around the Govan area. I think I am the only person I know who was drummed out of the Brownies for insubordination – badge-less!  The only badge I came close to was Pet-care but my mum objected to me taking my wormery to bed.

I never considered myself good at English at school, being rather more talented at the sciences, such as maths and chemistry. I was the younger sister of a much brainier elder sister and choose my exam subjects just to avoid her. But even then, science threw up many interesting facts - methods of poisoning, electrocution, death by a blunt object by working out that F=MA versus skull. Most of these were put to use in trying to dispose of the PE department.

Having turned down place
s at Veterinary and Medical
school, I was the youngest person
ever to graduate from the British
School of Osteopathy in London,
where rather than being a valued
member of a Primary Care Team,
my job seemed to consist of
translating the Taggart episode
that has been on the night before.
Thus I became fluent in both English and Glaswegian. Upon graduation, I immediately returned to Glasgow to establish my own practice, which even in the early days included the treatment of animals.  It’s far better than being a vet, as you don’t have to end either their life or their sex life.

It was while recovering from a very bad back injury, I decided to put pen to paper and started the scribblings  that was to become Absolution.  
The rest, as they say, is history…
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