I need silence. Not all the time, but more than I’ve had this year.
Fresh flowers in the house are now a non-negotiable.
There aren’t many things about my ‘normal’ life that I don’t miss. I’ve heard people talk about reassessing their priorities and making changes after an enforced break from normality, but it turns out I love the balance I had in my life. I miss friends and family, cinemas, galleries and restaurants and I also miss making the choice to stay at home all weekend in my pyjamas.
I haven’t used a handbag or worn heels since March and I can’t see me ever buying either again. (This is blatantly untrue but humour me.)
I need to get up and exercise in the morning, or I spend longer thinking about it during the day than I spend doing it.
I am very much a ‘start a project with great enthusiasm then lose interest halfway through’ type person, as illustrated by a half-knitted hat currently lying on the sofa and the pile of summer clothes on my bedroom chair which have almost made it into storage for winter.
I spend far too much time thinking about food.
There is no maximum number of episodes of Below Deck that I can watch in a row, and no maximum number of times I can rewatch Schitts Creek from start to finish.