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ABOUT THE WRITER

Kay Shaw was born in Liverpool during the depression in 1963. (No not the great depression, the one in her house.) Mother mad! Father unknown! She was the middle of three children and began writing at an early age, as she figured that she must be adopted and wanted to find her real rich parents who had made a terrible mistake by giving her up. (COUNCELLOR)
Her childhood was spent happily cleaning, cooking, washing and all other fun kids stuff. Was evil in school or was she just misunderstood? Anyway, moved out of family home on surprise completion of sale and moved to only what can be described as seven days in Tibet only longer and worse, probably more drugs too. By this time she had two daughters to too different not rights. Had a number of high profile jobs, (cleaning and that, sniff). During a burst of Florence nightingale-itus! Became a HCA at Fazakerly Hospital worked like a dog and left. Now she is bordering on madness and taking you all with her. Enjoy these poems or my in bed can’t sleep thoughts, her mates say she’s dead funny but that’s them.

This madness is dedicated to my brother and sister, who reckoned I was funny. And I suppose it’s got to be dedicated to them, as they would be the only ones who understand any of it.
But in the possibility of any one else grasping this I just lost it, and wrote it down. I would also like to thank Julie Bethell, Jane Cash and Derek (Dobie) Gregson for all the input and buzz’s in our kitchen. And to my daughters Jemma and Sarah who made it through my breakdowns with little or no physiological effect. And my beautiful grandchild Millie .But last but by no means least to Joe who sadly died and left the biggest gap in my life ever.