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.