This is the story of me, Robyn Bateman (nee Slingsby) and don’t worry, it’s the shortened version.
I’m a former journalist turned blogger and communications bod. I’m mum to Irish twins which, roughly translated, means I never sit down and get biscuits smashed into my head on an all too regular basis. I play netball, blog (obviously) and have the first draft of a novel sitting on my hard drive which will never, ever get published (not because it’s rude, it’s just crap). I love taking my dog Ralphie for walkies (see above), eating out (or in) and experimenting (badly) in the kitchen. I LOVE reading! Oh, and if the world’s supply of mascara ever dried up I would never again leave the house. I’m a listaholic too, although my husband’s trying to wean me (unsuccessfully) off these, and after all of the above I occasionally find time to shower.
If I was to be institutionalised it would be because…
…I have an unhealthy obsession with crime fiction. Jessica Fletcher for Prime Minister!!! Murder She Wrote is my absolute fave (I own series 1 to 9 boxsets, only three more to collect) and I’m partial to a spot of Miss Marple, Poirot, Columbo and Perry Mason. You see a theme here? My ideal career would be an armchair sleuth, closely followed by FBI agent and option number three would be to run a bookshop-come-tearoom by the sea.