A couple of days ago I shared a few of my little secrets. It felt good – I’m clearly on the way to being a shiny, absolved person who will manage to defy the laws of time, age and clutter. So I’ve decided to come back for another go.
I’m addicted to carrots. I eat bloody hundreds of them. I suppose it’s better than smoking, but considerably less cool.
I enjoy Hoovering up Lego.
I’m really very glad I don’t have a daughter. I don’t like all that pink stuff, unless it’s mine.
I once had a pornographic dream about Gordon Brown and then another about the whole Top Gear team.
When I’m in a yoga class and everyone’s doing a downward dog, occasionally I have a mental image of everyone being in the same position but naked and with a tulip sticking up out of their bottoms. Once you get it it’s a hard image to shake.
I sometimes put clean things back in the dishwasher or washing machine because it’s easier than putting them away and it makes them vanish for a while.
I find telly-off time exhausting. Too exhausting to enforce sometimes.
I am a snob. I find it harder and harder to be open-minded about sports clothes not worn for sports, lack of table manners… or any other manners for that matter, processed food, margarine, instant coffee, little children with pierced ears and perfectly healthy people who choose not to work. Oh and I really, really want an Aga.