Every day I do something that freaks me out.
I read everything and anything. I love books.
I read in the paper that I'd slashed my wrists. But I didn't.
People say, what is she thinking? I'm thinking: fun; cash; travel.
Mmm, I love Yoda. I didn't like Jar Jar Binks though, he was all wrong.
Usually I trundle about in trainers and baggy jeans, looking about as attractive as a potato.
The more I read about feeding times, sleep times and waking-up times, the more inadequate and miserable I felt.
I didn't have any problem bonding with Honey, but I was plagued with insecurities about my ability to bring up my baby.
But I love New York. I used to set my alarm clock when I was there, and get up at 4am and get a coffee, just because I could.