Is it bad that I long for a gin and tonic on a Thursday evening (so middle aged! So middle class! So very English!) and I look forward to it with real pleasure?
Is it bad that I completely revel in using swear words when I drive on the motorway and have to move lanes and no one will let me in?
Is it bad that I like to take a little daily nap (when I can!) and when I do my small dog naps on the pillow above my head, thereby asserting her tiny furry authority over me!
Wait, is it bad that she sleeps on my bed at all?
Is it bad that I adore my kids and they make me laugh and they drive me nuts and I still adore them and see them as my small friends?
Is it bad that when I’m driving and playing loud rock music, I picture myself as a male rock star with Tattoos (not the neck!) who is just too cool?
Is it bad that I always, without fail, think tomorrow is a new day.
Is it bad that my cup is always half full?
Is it bad that I hate keeping a secret? Secrets are so annoying.
Is it bad that I don’t care about matching place mats or dinner ware or underwear or any ware for that matter!
Is it bad that I believe in magic and am an internal optimistic who also wants to shout and tell people to be better and look after our world more?
Is it bad that I am really bossy?
Is it bad that I consider my dog my third child and know what her barks mean?
Probably yes to all but I’m middle aged so I don’t care!!!