I could only write a book if it were completely anonymous as my lifestyle might be a bit of a shock to my grandchildren and I wouldn't like to embarrass them!
My life falls into three parts - the first 39 years were 'bog' standard - married at 18, two children by 24, trained as a teacher at 27, did all the middle class things - PTAs, guides, pony club.
I used to think the words of 'Don't Cry for Me, Argentina' were written for me - 'Can't stay all my life down at heel, looking out of the window, staying out of the sun'.
Then I got divorced, lost weight, got contact lenses, went blonde, got a job in Monaco, bought some expensive, well-tailored clothes and behaved very badly. I loved every minute. London was not quite as good as Monaco but I wanted to be able to see more of my family and the social life was still good.
At 59, I retired, gave up on men, let my hair go white, gave up the lenses and cosmetics and retired to an isolated village in France. I haven't put any weight on, though, because of my long, daily walks up mountain paths. I am back to being dowdy, but at 72, I don't care!