And so it is, three years on, that I leap back into the world of blogging, music trilling from a previous stint upon the treble recorder – and the eleven books I have now written jostling for attention: pushing and shoving one another, like naughty children, and squawking to be noticed.

For my eleventh book a ‘writing, I plunged deep into the world of women with autism – having long suspected that I was of their number – and brought to the surface many sad treasures from the bottom of that emotional ocean.

The finished book itself – ‘Alien Aura Within: Aspects of Autism in Women’ – was hard to write, and I shed many tears in the process. Unable to resist that play upon my own first name, and always drawn to alliteration, I feel that I have both captured something of the essence of women with autism and purged my own soul of long-hidden pockets of shame and distress.

Like the three travel-journal books (written in 2022 and 2023), this latest book has photographic images as an integral part of it.

My literary alter-ego, Booby Fellatio, will, I am sure, pop up on here before long – and her bawdy tales from the boudoir may well result in a twelfth book eventually, though I have to admit that she already features largely in my lockdown diary book, aptly named, ‘Booby Fellatio’s Lockdown Diary’.