Welcome to my new, improved website.


I’ve been dragged, kicking and screaming, into the 21st century by my publishers and my teenagers who despair of my technophobia even more than my publishers do. The teenagers despair at my haircut and taste in comfortable shoes too, but if my publishers do, they are kind enough to keep it to themselves...

If you’ve found me, congratulations. You’ve worked out that I am neither the famous, fabulous midwife who shares my name, nor the writer of gay porn also bearing my moniker. There are people who believe I am all three. I wish I had the time, the ability not to feel squeamish at the sight of blood, and the imagination to be all three. But I’m just me.

And you’ve Googled me. For which please accept my thanks! That means something has piqued your interest. I hope its that you’ve read and enjoyed one of my books, rather than you think you’ve recognised me in the queue in the post office and want to see exactly how much airbrushing can be done to an author photograph (not enough, frankly, is the answer to this; they’ve never managed to erase all of my chins).

I’m going to try and keep all this up to date now I’ve started (nothing more forlorn than a neglected website – even I know that...) But this is a major promise from me – my youth is littered with Christmas diaries that faithfully record my life from January 1st to January 11th (I’ve no clue what I did for the rest of the year...) I’m the sort of woman who writes down what she’d like to weigh every week in a new diary (current weight minus 2lbs per week, of course, a reasonable and achievable target...) Yep – pretty much the same number every January for the last four years...

But I’m serious about this. So do check in again soon... to see if I have...