People often ask me where I glean inspiration for my books. The idea for my latest novel, The Peacock Bottle, a dual timeline set (as usual) in Victorian times, came from an exciting occurrence when I was about eleven years old. I found a glass perfume bottle, complete with stopper, in the garden of the house we lived in at the time, in West Clandon near Guildford-the same house that had me praying on the journey home from boarding school that my parents had not moved and forgotten to tell me. Well, it was the fifth house I had lived in! A hint of perfume still lingered in the bottle. I kept it for years in my treasure box that I used to take to boarding school with me, and I would love to know what happened to it, so I could use it when I attend book fayres. Unfortunately, as with all my other treasures, it probably got left behind when I married.