I live in Northern Ireland and come from a large family. I am third eldest of ten children, I have seven brothers and 2 sisters. My father came from Portrush, he was highly superstitious and told us stories most Sunday evenings after our bath, whilst we were enjoying mothers baking, what beautiful memories. Now that I am a grand-mother I find myself recounting these marvellous stories to my grand-children, told also to my two sons, hence the first book I have written, called Lenny the Leprechaun. I have to say that my grand-children were certainly the inspiration for the book but my father and mother were the people who instilled a love of books and stories from a very young age. Despite… the hardship and lack of money growing up, our house had a lot of love in it, we went without material things but the love and care from my parents growing up was more than anything money could buy. The stories we were told let us escape from the hardship to another place, for many years the fairies, who we believed in, lived in the lightbulbs in our house and kept us company on cold dark evenings when there was no warmth in our beds, no fuel to heat the house and the bed clothes were topped off with our coats to keep us warm. We believed that the fairies in the lightbulbs watched over us and kept us safe. I would like to keep the magic from childhood and pass it on for other generations of children to enjoy.