I watch guilty pleasures like TOWIE and feel no shame.
I'm glad it's cold outside because there's only so long I can justify wearing a onesie for this many hours of the day.
I wish I could pay someone good money to clone Jane Austen and Vivienne Westwood. The three of us would form some kind of couture-making, essay-writing, dissertation-slaying dream team. And then I'd get a first.
I love discovering unexpected movie gems like Deep Blue Sea. LL Cool J dictating the perfect omelette recipe, shouting at sharks and fighting his way out of his own oven with an axe? Precisely the sort of film I would never watch, but we wept with laughter. Samuel L. Jackson's in it too.
I feel like a five year old when I have crumpets and bramble jelly for supper, and plan adventures with my crayons.
I feel like it's one of the world's greatest injustices when I'm down to my last teabag and there's no more Marmite. Bleak days indeed.
I write a blog post and realise that it's way past my bedtime.
I feel inspired to be a better person when a stranger holds the door for you, or reunites you with that mitten you dropped.
I'm linking up with the ever fabulous young people in love. Hop over, grab a button and sort out a 'sometimes'.