Author, medical journalist, and doctor.
I graduated in medicine from Cambridge University. To support my studies, I worked at supermarket checkouts, walked dogs, typed manuscripts in Russian, and made men’s trousers to measure.
I write for The Sun newspaper, where I get to have my say on important health news, from radiation spills to celebs getting hurt as they stumble out of night-clubs.
After a string of parenting books and an award-winning medical textbook, I turned to fiction with my debut novel "One Night at the Jacaranda". The second, "Hampstead Fever," came out in June 2016. My novels are all about Londoners looking for love, and they’re laced with real medical knowledge.
I also work as a family doctor, teach medical students, and am President of the Guild of Health Writers. I'm involved with the Twins & Multiple Births Association and give talks to expectant parents of twins and triplets. And I'm fortunate to have three amazing sons.
This is where journalist Harriet's story starts. She's got a commission for a series of features on 'The Seven Ages of Dating', and it all looks quite promising when she first goes to the Jacaranda Bar to write about speed-dating. Like the rest of Marylebone, it's an aspirational kind of place.
One Night at the Jacaranda
The Jacaranda had the longest zinc bar in Marylebone. Occupying the lower two floors of a Georgian building, the restaurant was surrounded by upmarket grocers, specialist bookshops, funky gadget stores, designer boutiques, and a couple of charity shops which took in a lot of designer cast-offs. Despite there being more cafés, patisseries and restaurants than anyone could possibly need, they were always full of customers lured by the aroma of warm bread and freshly ground coffee. Marylebone was very much the place to be, especially if you had nothing very much to do.