Well, to be honest, a woman.  If I’m going to be a good feminist I can’t get away with being 37 years old and still calling myself a girl.  Ah well…

I was born on Decimalisation Day 1971, in Lincolnshire, England.  My family moved to Scotland when I was about 11years old, and since then I have only ever felt able to honestly call myself British.  (I’m neither English nor Scottish enough anymore to identify with either of those tags.)  I’m a Christian, a parent and a wife.  I work full time in the voluntary sector. I live with my amazing little family in Edinburgh, Scotland.  We are all part of a large and growing church in Edinburgh, which challenges us and looks after us.

I love many things…books, creativity in any form, great chocolate (especially Green & Blacks, but what a shame it’s not all fairly traded), sharing a glass of red wine (‘Hope’ Merlot pref.) with my husband or our good friends, watching vegetables growing in my garden for the first time, going to the seaside, long walks (not enough of those), going on my bike down a big hill (not enough of that either), sleep (ditto)…

I despair over…getting my daughter to do as I ask (getting ready for work & nursery in the morning is a big long grrrrrrrrrr), having so many slugs in my garden who are just waiting to munch all my baby veg, big scale stuff like the vast inequality between developed and developing worlds, the disgrace of 3rd world debt, the apathy of our generation towards so many issues – or are we just rabbits in headlights?  my own depressing lack of discipline, my over-developed sense of self, my general impatience (I thought I was a nice, patient person until I became an exhausted frazzled parent)…

I’m a messy old work in progress, but I’m all I’ve got so I’d better stick with it.