My daughter and stepson are really broad-minded.
Move in space with minimum waste and maximum joy.
The anxiety I feel when I'm late is nothing like the anxiety I feel when I'm on time.
I just aspire to pick people up. That's my ambition.
Whatever I'm doing, I'm in that moment and I'm doing it. The rest of the world's lost. If I'm cooking some food or making soup, I want it to be lovely. If not, what's the point of doing it?
People generally let me be me. People are aware that I'm not someone particularly begging for attention. They hold back a bit with me.