Did you know I'm a philosopher?

No, me neither.

Every year on my birthday, my husband writes me a card listing certain things that I’m doing, or have done, in a rather tongue-in-cheek manner.

It started with something like: Dear Annie (journalist, poet, mother).

And then it became: Dear Annie (journalist, poet, mother, published author).

And then, when we raised several thousand pounds for Refuge throug…