I cannot sleep unless the duvet cover fastenings are at the foot of the bed.
I cannot sleep with socks on, I feel like I can’t breathe.
I can sleep pretty much anywhere, the Musee D’orsay in Paris on honeymoon, is one of my best just ask Greig. I’m pretty sure I did have socks on, mmmm maybe disregard above secret.
I always imagined my baby would look just like me. That’s pretty selfish, right?
I still don’t really understand why Star Wars means so much to so many.
Once when I was quite little and sharing a room with my brother, I got up to tell him I felt sick. I was sick in his lap and then got back into bed and went back to sleep. Without socks.
The fact that I will never be a real ballerina still really upsets me.
I don’t think I will ever be thin, but I don’t think I will ever stop wishing I was.
I really wish I could draw well.
Anyone care to share a secret? Go on, jump in, it feels good. x