The author is in court with a murderer, she is invited to drink tea from a urine filled pot, she covers theatre and cinema reviews as a London reporter, she works amid opulent carpets and heavy old typewriters with former criminals below in the printing works. She rides a Honda 90 motor bike across the Engiish fens on her way to cover stories in March, birthplace of the fabled March hare, She writes stories about a drunken turnip planter, a man named Jack Spratt, another man who didn't travel as far as his own bees. She writes about being bitten by a totters horse and of a local crazy woman who used to shout up at the newspapers weed ridden gutters. She lived in a house of many young women in Chalk Farm London and as a young wife on a Royal Airforce base in Cambridgeshire. Story telling runs deep within in her and as a young Australian in England she certainly got that opportunity.
