Catherine L. is English, as English as tuppence you could say. She is a woman out of her time; she is really a woman out of Grandma’s time, with all of Grandma’s little prejudices, and yet….
She has always been a bit of a loner, independent, individual, happy in her own little world, safe in her rainy English cupboard. And she has always written; poems, stories and now her own story, with all its’ little evasions and revelations.
Having written the book and having it accepted for publication, at the last minute she lost her nerve and has given as Author the name of her first lover. A small deception, and one of little consequence, this being, as most autobiographies inevitably are, a work of fiction.