I confess to… lying about you baby being cute. It’s a baby, babies aren’t cute!!!

I confess to… sometimes pretending I am a ninja.

I confess to… thinking that caviar was tiny salted blueberries.

I confess to… thinking that France was the capital of Europe.

I confess to… being slightly addicted to internet competitions, despite having never won.

I confess to… telling you my Dad was a fighter pilot. He’s in advertising…

I confess to… thinking for a long time that cats were girls and dogs were boys.

I confess to… buying sweets for Halloween then hiding when kids came round so I could eat them.

I confess to… doing a raindance in the shower…

I confess to… owning and using a colouring book. There are no children involved.

I confess to… being a vegetarian who occasionally eats beef, and pork, and sometimes lamb.

I confess to… thinking that a “dirty weekend” away meant camping in a field.

I confess to… thinking that my parents went to paradise for the weekend. They went to Paris.

I confess to… styling the hair on my daughter’s dolls.

I confess to… really loving the Spice Girls… still.