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About Laurie

I began planning my escape almost before I could read…

I was a demob baby, conceived when my Dad came home from WW2, and I grew up in Leicester, England’s geographical equivalent of North Platte, Nebraska. I’ve spent the rest of my life trying to get closer to the sea and I’ve finally made it, to lovely Dalkey on Dublin Bay.

About the Book

Lizzie Partridge, heroine of Perfect Meringues, returns to the fray. She’s survived single parenthood and the moonscape of mid-life dating. She’s weathered career flop and the relentlessly passing years. So now what?

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Back in Business

Back in Business

By which I mean, behold my spiffy new-look website. What's changed? It's less cluttered and it is small screen friendly. This, I'm told by those in the know, is very important these days when even grannies use mobile devices and anyone under the age of 45 has the attention span...
Builders In

Builders In

A quick pit stop to pick up clean clothes and to announce that I have the builders in. My website will be getting a spruce-up in the next week or two, so I won't be posting again until it's done. I had an utterly delicious time in France, made all...
Travel Companions

Travel Companions

It's been a long time since I had a do-nothing kind of holiday but this year I've been invited along on two such, so how lucky am I? The first will involve little more than dipping in the pool occasionally and murmuring words of gratitude when yet another meal is...
All in a Working Day

All in a Working Day

I'm back from the Ilminster Literary Festival in lovely Somerset, where I was the follow-on act after Dot Allbones. An unenviable task. But the audience at the Warehouse Theatre were awake and friendly, two conditions no author ever takes for granted. In my time I have spoken to single figure...
A Three Hundred Mile Hop

A Three Hundred Mile Hop

Nizhni Novgorod was the furthermost point of my Russian trip before I turned for home. Four hours by train from Moscow, which to Russian minds is a mere hop and a jump. I had no literary agenda there, though from 1932 until the collapse of the Soviet Union the city...
And Then, Melikhovo

And Then, Melikhovo

I began to despair of seeing Anton Chekhov's country house because its administrators suddenly announced that on my appointed day they were closing for spring-cleaning. But there was a quick shake-up of my itinerary and off I set, wedged between two Sumo-sized Russians in steaming raincoats for the fifty minute...
More Notes from Russia

More Notes from Russia

There's plenty of a literary flavour to keep a person entertained in Moscow. In just one morning I visited Chekhov's apartment   -  his name plate is still on the door and I'll show you if ever I manage to wrestle the photo from my phone  -  and Bulgakov's, and...
Notes from Russia

Notes from Russia

I've been travelling, hence the long silence. As many around me fall sick or grow too frail to haul luggage I decided to leave my comfort zone for a couple of weeks and scratch my itch for Russia while I still can. It was a very personalised trip. No-one else...
On Your Marks

On Your Marks

First of all, thanks to my team of advance reader volunteers. Proof copies are on their way to you. I should  have supplied you with motivational T shirts. I wish I'd thought of it. Hindsight again, Laurie. Very clever. Next, the somewhat alarming news that Dot Allbones has taken her...
Now Recruiting

Now Recruiting

Yes, once again it's that time in my publishing year. Anyone For Seconds? will be out in August, page proofs have been corrected and bound proofs will be available later in the spring, so I'm looking for volunteers to read the book in advance and, if they enjoy it, to buy...

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