The dangers of living your life in public:
Last year I met a lovely guy while on holiday in Sitges. He asked me how old I was. Now, I'm quite proud of the fact that I never lie about my age. I don't think it was a deliberate lie, but for some reason, perhaps because he was only 24, I took a year off.
But I forgot that he now reads my blog, which explains the text message I got from his yesterday: "I don't understand: how can you go from 35 to 37 in one year??"