Jane was born in a remote village in the Malvern Hills in England a long, long time ago. So long ago, Jane sometimes now forgets where she lives and where she has parked her car. She is, however, very friendly with her local police officer. Whilst still a baby, Jane moved to the seaside resort of Weston super Mare, on the borders of Somerset, where she spent years gazing forlornly out of her Silver Cross Pram. Her excessive exposure to salty air and seagull poop left her deeply traumatized and possessing a bizarre sense of humour. She now inflicts her dubious wit on everyone, including passing strangers, scarecrows and stray dogs. She hasn't been invited to dinner since 1982. To stay updated with Jane's news, you can follow her blog or sign up for her newsletter (via her blog) or follow her via Twitter, Facebook or by clicking the follow button on her Amazon author page on Amazon.com