getting it off my chest again

More things I’ve probably never told anyone before.
This confession thing is getting out of hand – I can’t stop thinking of more secrets I just want to share with a load of strangers.
Maybe blogs have a sort of Big Brother effect where people forget their boyfriends/husbands might be looking and cop off with the least nasty housemate out of boredom.
Whatever the reason, here’s today’s offering:

Generally I much prefer texting, emailing or writing to people than actually speaking to them.

I really like taking dryer fluff out of the filter and seeing what colour it is.

I get really paranoid when I pay someone to look after my children that they – because they know about these things – will be thinking that I’m a rubbish mum.

I change light bulbs without turning the plug off.

When the children can’t find me and are shouting for me, I often keep really still and quiet.

I hate subbing page 2 stories.

I once pretended that some baking I’d bought in a shop for a school fund raising coffee thing was homemade. I even roughed it up a bit first.

If I have more than one of a kind of toiletry open at one time, I like to use them in strict rotation. This means I can also tell when someone has pinched some.

I never liked night clubs, even when I was young enough to go to them without looking like someone’s mum come to pick them up.

Sometimes I’ll negotiate a lie in for myself, but I don’t sleep I pretend to sleep and enjoy not making or clearing up the breakfast.

I only had one pregnancy during which I didn’t smoke at all.

Now I am the most obnoxiously ferocious anti-smoker you can get – yuk, yuk, how can anyone do that?

I was too scared to try LSD or magic mushrooms.

I hate gardening. I’m convinced things grow, or don’t grow just to spite me, yet I love nice gardens.