I write about living abroad - the good, the bad and the very ugly - and being a "trailing spouse" (I hate the term but it does sum the experience up in it's own little demeaning way). Sometimes I write about holidays, post some flash fiction or little vignettes, talk about mental health, family and friends too. I write with my heart on my sleeve, try to be funny and hope to make readers feel something with my words. Some of it sticks, and some if it fails to even take off, let alone land. Oh well.

I love to eat, man alive do I love to eat, and read and listen to music, walk my dog, cook. I love to 'travel' too but when I say travel I don't mean hiking through the Amazon or camping out in the Namibian desert, I mean sitting on the beach or walking around a city, drinking coffee and eating at places where I already looked at the menu three weeks before boarding the plane. Not backpacking around Thailand and sleeping in grim hostel rooms with strange roommates. I'm too old and Libran.

Give me all the spicy foods, the best coffees and a knock out margarita cocktail and I'm happy. Maybe add a warm chocolate dessert and scoop of really good vanilla ice cream too.

From the UK but spent four years living in South Africa, and at the time of writing I'm almost finished with a four year posting in Mexico City. I'm currently on my final draft of my first book, and when I'm not doing this I am taking Spanish lessons, reading, meeting friends for coffee or napping on the sofa. Sometimes swimming or gymming if I'm really good. And then my son comes home from school and I have to be a responsible adult again.

If you don't have a single good word to say about Beyoncé then we can't be friends, sorry.