Some more maybe not-so-little known facts about me:
I have a serious problem with spending money in places that don’t have accessible toilets, or anywhere I have to move furniture to get around. I engage Go Go (or not) Gadget Camel if the place sells books or cheesecake. I’m weak.
Current obsessions include: Yankee Candles, escapist books, my father’s incredible shrinking tumour, episodes of Roseanne (before they won the lottery) and wedding blogs.
The highlight of my day yesterday was finding a bright orange mop you can throw in the wash. I was immediately reminded of this.
I need a holiday. Obviously.
I have one regret. It is purely academic. Really.
I want to open a bookshop and hire myself to work in it.
Popcorn is sacred. And a food group.
I miss the days when people went down the street without texting or taking a photo. Just live.
As I was saying, I recently took this:
Most of my actual writing these days happens in the green notebook Dad gave me. While listening to Fleetwood Mac. The notebook isn’t finished yet. I should work on that.
So, what would you do for cheesecake?