No human on God's earth is a nobody.

I chose to publish the first 'Shopaholic' book under a pseudonym because I wanted it to be judged on its own merits.

Obviously this is engagement ring city. Couples are wandering along and girls are pointing through the windows and the men are smiling but all look slightly sick whenever their girlfriends turn away.

Great. Just great. One glimpse of his body and I have a full-blown crush. I honestly thought I was a bit deeper than that.

We both gaze down at my swollen tummy for a while. I still can't quite get my head round the fact that there's a baby inside my body. Which has got to come out... somehow. OK, let's not go there. There's still time for them to invent something.

If you're single, then I'm single?" What's that supposed to be? Lyrics to a pop song?

They said I was a valued customer. Now they send me hate mail.