I can not imagine anything more boring than talking about myself. 

There is nothing interesting about me, and the few facts I can tell you, are misleading.

But an author has to have a bio, so here we go.

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I was born in a cold winter afternoon, ten days before Christmas, very inconveniently. I was already impatient at birth, I came to look around in this world a month early, and almost left it straight away - I probably did not like the bs.

They say all babies are beautiful, but I was so ugly, my mother's first words to me were "Just close your eyes, my lovely, you look appalling." 

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I grew up in a nice, big, dysfunctional family, which provided me with enough writing material for two lifetimes. I wrote my first novel at the ripe age of seven. It was 32 pages long, it was a cosy crime and should anyone ever find it, I will deny any knowledge of it!

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I was hesitating for a long time whether I should become a turtle or a doctor, and then I managed to choose the wrong option. But I came across quite a few wonderful people: patients, who I will be forever grateful to, for sharing the best/worst/emotional/scary moments of their lives and colleagues, some of whom became friends for life.

I am an introvert but luckily my husband is even more of an introvert, so I can mock him to no end with it. I live in the most easterly town in England, and I am Hungarian. I have three children, and they are amazing, taking into consideration that half of their genetic material comes from me. They overcame the disadvantage pretty well.

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Not sure what else would you like to know about me - I have some contact details at the bottom of the page, please, ask away!

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I do realise that the greatest authors have two very important numbers in their bio: their Birthday and their Deathday. I know the first one and I will let you know the second one as soon as it is unavoidable. I hope it's a fair deal.

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Thank you, Reader, for being here. Kindly look at the background and please try to associate that beautiful, young female body with me, and let's pretend my joints wouldn't fall apart like the Enterprise's engine in every second episode if I just try to do that pose. Thanks again. xx

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