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Life On The Edge Of The Sofa
I'm a 42 year old writer, living with my husband and a large collection of tarantulas in Essex. I have an adult son with severe autism and learning disabilities, I'm a media volunteer for Epilepsy Action, and - in spite of a disability preventing me from continuing in my career as a care assistant (I had also hoped to train as a staff nurse) - I give back what I can to my community by volunteering at the local library a few times a week. I am passionate about human and animals rights, and believe that all lives matter. I'm known locally as the eccentric Doctor Who fan who always wears fandom t-shirts and a smile. Oh; I'm also known as Spider Lady.
I enjoy baking, reading and gardening, and I have extensive ways in which to use garden ingredients for pickles and sauces. I've spent this year regaining my health after a near-fatal illness last summer, and encourage others to embrace life in every way they can.
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