princesskeli (55) from Ceredigion

My best female friend said that I was a bit off the wall, but funny and kind and honest with a wicked sense of humour which she said to be sure to add might not be to all tastes. My best male friend said that I was really pretty when I wanted to be and a bit of a flirt. I disagree with this. Not the pretty bit. I liked that. I'm not a flirt. It's called being nice.

I've been down here a couple of years and I love it, even though my friends think they should have organised some kind of a memorial service for me. I've been divorced for a long time and bear my ex no grudges. I love my dog, whose company manners are a little like mine. She likes pigs ears and anywhere she can run around and generally make a nuisance out of herself.I don't like pigs ears - unless they're still firmly attached to the pig.

I like cooking (I'm an okay cook in that nobody's ever died, I really like cooking for people and never do a Gordon Ramsey or go Postal). I like walking and the sea and real fires (I don't have one) and books. Love Terry Pratchett despite the potboilers, currently reading Vassily Grosman and Reginald Hill's The Woodcutter. I loved Neil Gaiman's Neverwhere. I like Radio 4 and 4 extra and the World Service. I don't like tv and I hate shopping.

Why is there no photo? Well, it's because I don't want anyone who contacts me because he likes the way I look. That's what people do. They look at the picture (not necessarily mine) and decide whether they want to contact that person. They don't read all the blurb. It's just exactly the same as paying good money for a book because you like the cover. I'd be quite happy to send a picture if/when we'd decided that we liked each other's character. Don't you think that's better?

I don't know that I'm looking for anyone. I want to be found. Someone I can talk to and not talk to, if you see what I mean? Someone who knows about things I know nothing at all about. Someone who remembers the same things I do. Someone who can't live without books and music, Rock and Roll as well as the posh stuff.Someone who'll drag me out when I'm feeling lazy and be kind to me when I'm feeling blue. Someone who could make me laugh and not cry Someone kind. And I'd only ever expect what I was prepared to exchange.

I suppose he'd have to know how to just love things. Sunsets, stars, the smell of night-scented stock coming in through an open window in the summer, the way a piece of music changes key, the way salty wood burns green. You'd have to be able to see things and hear things and feel things, because that's how we know we're really here.

I don't mind people having the occasional fag, but any more than two or three a day and you might not be for me. Likewise booze. Couple of glasses? Yes. Couple of bottles - er, probably not - unless they were some really good beer or cider. Soft drinks don't count.

A nice voice?