As you are reading this chances are I am doing one of several things:
I’ve hoovered up books since I first learned to read, usually nothing high brow. I grew up on terrible American series like Sweet Valley, and the Babysitters Club, but also amazing authors such as Judy Blume and Paula Danziger. I love romance, rom-coms, mystery, legal thrillers (like John Grisham, I’m not adverse to a formula, I’m a creature of habit). I’m not a huge fan of psychological thrillers, especially not gory ones, and nothing with children that get kidnapped or die. I’m trying to read more classics, but to be honest I don’t want to work too hard at a book, it’s meant to be a way to relax.
I also read a lot of business/pop psychology books. I say read… I buy them, and generally read the first chapter to get the gist. But I feel smart just having them.
I’m currently working on my first novel, a love story set in space, which I am co-writing.
I’ve run on and off for 20 years, but it’s only in the last 2 years that I have actually started to enjoy it and it has become and ingrained habit. I try and run 3 times a week, a couple of short runs before work and a long run on a Sunday, where I plod along for up to 15 kilometres while listening to The Archers. Don’t @ me.
I distinctly remember drinking tea from a bottle which means I was basically weaned on it. Nowadays it’s usually decaf, owing the to volume of it that I like to drink. Milk, no sugar please. And yes I do have a special cup.
I have a group of girlfriends with whom I regularly get to together and drink gin and talk inappropriately. We have a WhatsApp group just named Gin. We have been known to neglect putting our kids to bed in favour of drinking gin. Mother’s Ruin indeed.
Shouting at my children
Never. If they could just be a little less strong-willed and annoying. Apparently this is my fault for ‘raising independent women’. I meant them to be independent when they are 18.
I am in fact a serial hobbyist, so I may occasionally crochet, yarn bomb, attend aerial hoop classes, do yoga and mediation, burlesque classes, trapeze (before remembering I am in fact terrified of heights), and baking (my brownies are legendary).
Things I like that aren’t hobbies (but should be) eating cake, driving, swearing, sleeping, sharing my opinions, browsing social media, seeking external validation, shopping for clothes and books in charity shops, and nice shoes, buying them, wearing them, stroking them, all normal stuff.
If you think that’s everything you need to know about me, then strap in honey, you’re in for a long ride.