What was I thinking? Fact is I wasn't thinking. I didn't want to think. I wanted to feel.
It was my father who taught me to value myself.
I am a rubbish flirt.
Why would I worry about getting older - what's to moan about?
I've chosen to stay in a jolly place for most of my life, and that is a lot of who I am.
I do think you are supposed to go through wars with your child because otherwise the tearing apart that has to happen when they go off to lead their own life would be unbearable.