By the time we returned to Britain in 1971, we were married (in Cyprus) and had three lively little boys. I then had to get stuck in to earning. I wrote book after non-best-selling book, until I stumbled upon the idea of bringing a toy plastic American Indian to life in a magic cupboard. This was helped in no small part by my youngest son, Omri, for whom it started as a bedtime story! Even though by today's progressive rules I misnamed him, my little Native American has done very well for me, selling millions of copies, and being turned into a movie in 1995.
Our boys grew up, and Chaim sadly died, and I am now living with my kind middle son, Gillon, and his sweet wife, Olga - just outside Shepperton, UK and still hoping to have more books published. Some folks just don't know when to quit!
There was an old lady called Lynne
Who should have been shoved In the bin.
But she keeps on going,
Shows no signs of slowing -
And - no. It's not down to the gin.