Allyson was born upstairs in a village pub, in Pease Pottage, West Sussex, England in 1964. Born into the licensed victualler trade, she learnt about life from the characters she served from behind the bars, before embarking on her teacher training degree in the early 1990s. Once qualified, she became a full-time primary school teacher across West Sussex, Northamptonshire and Cambridgeshire. She became a Headteacher in 2008, leading three primary schools, including special educational needs centres. After moving to the East Yorkshire coast, in 2016, she moved into Further and Higher Education, leading departments including setting up a supported internship programme. She rounded up her career as a Quality Manager in Hull College before taking early retirement where she now enjoys life on the road, touring full-time in her motorhome, along with her husband Paul and their two feisty chihuahuas. She now has the time to dedicate to her own writing after nearly thirty years of supporting others to do the same.
I sat so merry in my abode
Loving hands around me
I dreamt of such glorious days
One day i would see
I remember the day I left
My room
I closed the door behind me
One quick look again
Then walked away
The room which would always remind me
The glorious days I had dreamt
I did merrily spent
How little did I then know
Life turns on a dime
My room is now not as it was
When I closed the door
Behind me
My room now is a prison
But not how one would invision
It is one of sorrow and grief
Sadness burns into the bare walls
I catch my breath
And weep
Why did thou'st doth betray?
The room which once embraced me
I ask with riddled heart
Jagged and torn
Which wicked riddles have I thus sought?
I sit still
I am now my room
No dreams as once before
I age before my open door
In my room long ago
I sat merrily in my loving abode
Loving hands did hold me
All gone
My room and myself
Now one
Two thrust to be together
Forever
Alone